Big clunk on the wurstdeck and when I opened the door a huge box from Usinger’s blocked the way out. Surprise! The holiday gift from the Milwaukee in-laws. We dragged it in, sliced it open, pried loose the styrofoam lid, removed the dry ice and voila, a cornucopia of Wisconsin sausages, maybe a dozen variations on the wonders that Germans can do with meat bi-products. Everything was still frozen from the frigid icy blasts off Lake Michigan, but with a saw knife I was able to pry loose a big chunk of Braunschweiger and eat it like a liver popsicle. Yum.
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Brick Wahl 
Few things say “nativity’ like frozen liver-based sandwich spread. Well described. It would seem you’ve yet again abandoned veganism.
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The liver flavored toothpaste is irresistible. Now I only eat it when it arrives magically from Milwaukee before Christmas. A thick smear of liver wurst, a slab of white onion, a slathering of a mustard or two, all atop pumpernickel dark as a moonless night. Dill spears add color. Mouthwash for socialization.
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How clearly I remember your taste for liverwurst — “liver-flavored toothpaste,” as you called it. Yuck.
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I didn’t realize I’d coined that back in high school. With pickles, of course.
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