1995, Phaneromeni, Larnaca. I'm setting the table for my birthday and arranging the places for my guests. My friend Katerina informs me that she'll be coming with her cousin Kypros, whom I don't know. They arrive, introductions are made, and Kypros and I exchange our first glances. In a moment of awkwardness, he comments admiringly on the liver with caramelized onions, my mother's recipe… I smile back with the same awkwardness, and deep down I feel that there's a special chemistry with this man. Since then, Kypros and I have been together. 26 years have passed, and we always make sure this recipe, which defined our first meeting, is on our festive tables. I even add Commandaria to the recipe, in honor of those first… intoxicating glances of ours.