...Bought them here, Chicken Valley, which is in Pike Place Market:


The consumption of the deep fried inner organs raised in my mind thoughts about a real person, my father, who loved gizzards and eggs for breakfast, and a fictional character, Leopold Bloom, who "ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls":
He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods' roes. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine.
Chicken Valley's gizzards were chewy and flat, and the livers were mushy and sharp.