Not my grandmother’s chopped chicken liver

Chicken second courses

Growing up, I was always happy to be in the kitchen with my Grandmother. This holiday staple was one of the first foods I helped with. I peeled hard boiled eggs as a toddler. As a youngster, I hand chopped (with a mezzaluna) the eggs. And as soon as I could handle a knife, I had to mince a pile of onions. My treat at the end was always the gribenes, a heart-stopping dish of cracklin’s from rendering chicken fat, served on a piece of holiday challah. Now that I’m all grown up and not keeping kosher, I’ve amended the recipe to substitute butter for the schmaltz and doused it all with a little booze.