Oh, phooey. You can't let one or two unhappy meals and an antipathy to underwear put you off - this is food! It must eventually be edible, or other people wouldn't ed it! Took me forty years to learn to like celery...
When I was a kid, very occasionally Mum would make herself a bowl of tripe, and eat it by herself and never offer us a spoonful. I have never quite figured out why she did this. My eventual first encounter was at the Semana Negra in Spain, where they were serving tripe a la provencale in the giant food tent. Which I kinda liked, though I may have exaggerated my pleasure on account of keeping company with a really prissy American who couldn't conceivably eat it once he'd discovered what it was.
But I've been walking past the tripe stall for years, looking, thinking "must do that" - and here I am finally doing it, and y'know what? It's nice already. By tomorrow night, when I've added the cannellini beans and other meats and fiddled with the flavourings and so forth, it's going to be gorgeous.
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Date: 2008-05-22 09:52 pm (UTC)When I was a kid, very occasionally Mum would make herself a bowl of tripe, and eat it by herself and never offer us a spoonful. I have never quite figured out why she did this. My eventual first encounter was at the Semana Negra in Spain, where they were serving tripe a la provencale in the giant food tent. Which I kinda liked, though I may have exaggerated my pleasure on account of keeping company with a really prissy American who couldn't conceivably eat it once he'd discovered what it was.
But I've been walking past the tripe stall for years, looking, thinking "must do that" - and here I am finally doing it, and y'know what? It's nice already. By tomorrow night, when I've added the cannellini beans and other meats and fiddled with the flavourings and so forth, it's going to be gorgeous.