Long, long ago when I was a but child-bride, I yearned to please my handsome husband so I dreamed of concocting hearty breakfasts, luscious lunches, and delightful dinners. This wasn’t to be. We had wisely married while still in college so were in possession of two things money couldn’t buy, abject poverty and true love. We were just scraping by. After about two weeks, about all we had left in the refrigerator was a half-loaf of bread, mustard, a couple of lonely, frozen chicken gizzards, and an old, dry sliver of cheddar cheese. I fried those chicken gizzards up nice and hard, sliced them as thin as possible, added the slivered cheddar cheese and sat down with My Darling to enjoy the amazing delicacy. It was the worst thing I ever tried to eat. The piquant taste of overdone gizzard slathered with mustard was not a good companion taste for the dried out cheddar cheese. I was never tempted to try that combo again.
Nutsrok 
Interesting sandwich for sure, but hey, you made it out of nothing but love…
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And horrible stuff aplenty! It was disgusting!
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You should have doctored it up with a little FISH SAUCE!!! 💀
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I wouldn’t have hurt it!
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I’m thinking jimmies on top, too.
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But your heart was in the right place!
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But those gizzards weren’t
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Ha! Ha!
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gizzards are so hard to eat but eat you had to.
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It doesn’t sound like a nice sandwich, sorry
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It was horrible!
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