The gizzards one is too close to home,,
I grew up in Pittsburgh,, a 1/2 mile from a turkey farm.
Us young boys always knew when the farm was killing turkeys,,
the workers would toss the livers on a skillet that was on a fire used for heating water.
We would all go up there,, and eat turkey livers until we could not move,,
It was the best food in the world,, in 1959,,,
