Please, enough tripe talk. I do remember my nan skinning, cooking and pressing ox tongue once, yuk. I refused to eat it and was made to sit at the table until l did. It went dark outside and l was finally allowed to leave.
I'll take your word for it about tongue, Muddle-up. The closest l can eat to anything hoofy or trottery is lamb shanks. Is there any meat on a hoof, or do you knaw out the marrow. Sorry turning green again.
The French have something called Andouillettes which are disgustingly smelly sausages made from tripe and other unspeakable bits of the beast. I've had to ban him from ordering them in restaurants because I can't bear the sickening pong.
When we first moved here I got involved with twinning in order to meet people and contribute to community life. One event was where Loughborough firemen did a charity sponsored "who can get there fastest for free?" run from there to here. They were given breakfast of croissants - not the full English they were used to - so by lunchtime they were ravenous but not hungry enough to eat the lambs' tongue stew on offer. Me either. I had to accompany them all day as interpreter and got very hungry.
Poor donkeys. I like malt loaf too.
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Yes please. I had to Google that one, never heard of them before. They look tasty.
Malt loaf should be eaten with proper butter and a sliver of cheese, no way mustard.
I dared my brother to eat sausage with marmalade spread on it. He loved it and that was before Chinese takeaways were invented.
I cooked some tripe for the dog once. We were both disgusted
Is that really eaten together? With marzipan and icing? Actually l might try it, if l can be bothered to make a Christmas cake this year.
Love tripe, and chitterlings, and pigs trotters, and brawn, and cow heel ................ just love all offal
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Please, enough tripe talk. I do remember my nan skinning, cooking and pressing ox tongue once, yuk. I refused to eat it and was made to sit at the table until l did. It went dark outside and l was finally allowed to leave.
I'll take your word for it about tongue, Muddle-up. The closest l can eat to anything hoofy or trottery is lamb shanks. Is there any meat on a hoof, or do you knaw out the marrow. Sorry turning green again.
The French have something called Andouillettes which are disgustingly smelly sausages made from tripe and other unspeakable bits of the beast. I've had to ban him from ordering them in restaurants because I can't bear the sickening pong.
When we first moved here I got involved with twinning in order to meet people and contribute to community life. One event was where Loughborough firemen did a charity sponsored "who can get there fastest for free?" run from there to here. They were given breakfast of croissants - not the full English they were used to - so by lunchtime they were ravenous but not hungry enough to eat the lambs' tongue stew on offer. Me either. I had to accompany them all day as interpreter and got very hungry.
Poor donkeys. I like malt loaf too.
Last edited: 30 August 2016 23:02:41
Love andouillettes - big treat for me. Love ox and other tongues too. Yum!
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.