as for me, i can't get past the smell of chittlins..

my dad was an orphan, and shunted, foster care like, from family to family(cousing, aunt & uncles, etc).. once grown, he resolved never to eat "variety meats" as organ meats are sometimes called.. or meat loaf either..

My mother loved liver, so we did have liver.. but never tripe, or tongue, or chittlins.. Mom also like -- (hiding from rubrick-- because i do not know how to spell this in irish) Crue beans.. or in english, pigs trotters, or feet.

we kids thought she should only eat them in the kitchen.. never in the dining room. we ate all of our meals in the dining room -- we has a small kitchen, large dining room and a family of 7


my other obsession