As I was nearing Meatless March I had a sudden craving for my dad's chicken liver paté (or Gehachte). He made it often and would deliver it in small tubs to friends with wobbly, hand-scrawled labels and notes. While I was rarely a fan of the smell of the cooking livers, the onions that he slowly browned until just this side of burnt filled the house with a wonderfully caramelized sweetness and the final product was always satisfying. —savorthis
Rinse livers, trim the sinewy bits, then soak in milk in the fridge for a couple hours. Rinse, pat dry. Season with salt and pepper, then brown in butter until barely pink inside.
Add cognac to pan and simmer until evaporated. Cool.
Bring eggs to a boil, turn off heat, cover and let sit 6 minutes. Rinse under cold water, peel, set aside.
Finely chop onions and slooowwwwwllllly brown onions in chicken fat or butter (I have also used duck fat) with a pinch of salt until very, very brown. Almost black, they are so slowly and perfectly browned.
My dad would now just put the livers and eggs through a meat grinder and stir in the fat and onions, season and be done. For me, the grainy texture was never appealing, so I put the livers, onions, 2 eggs, s&p into the cuisenart and blended until smooth adding about 4 tablespoons of fat a pinch at a time until it was incorporated and velvety. I also stirred in some chopped parsley.
Finally, separate the whites and yolks of the remaining eggs and push them through a sieve decorating the top of the paté like an egg.
I served this with slices of grilled baguette brushed with oil but my dad served them with "tiny rye breads" or saltines which are equally good.