Friday nights were taco night! That was because taco seasoning is the only spice that can cover the putrid smell of liver and onions, which was my dad’s favorite meal every Friday night. He would tease us and chase us around with a piece of liver. But my mom had a break from cooking on Saturdays and my dad would reach into the fridge and get out the white bread, yellow mustard, and a special sausage and make me a Braunschweiger sandwich. Luckily or unluckily for me, my college roommate spoke German and quickly educated me on this horrific tale.