One of my grandads was a butcher, hence my dad eating the stuff he did as in the 1930s you got what you were given. Like liver, and kidneys. Unfortunately the better half doesn't, she can't bear to be in the house when kidneys are being cooked. So I have to cook them myself when she is out.
Are you eating that in foreign parts though? They always seem to know how to make revolting looking things taste good!
I'm just squeamish about all that stuff. My Dads fault. A mate of mine's a chef and reckons there's always a faint whiff of urine with kidney.
Nice if done right. As is squid. My wife used to turn her nose up at the thought of squid and no way was she eating that. About 3 or 4 years ago I got a seafood sharing platter when in Devon. I said you must be enjoying those as she went from some more things in a light batter. Yes, lovely. I then told her that was squid. Next night out she ordered a squid starter. Women, eh!
Its 26 degrees outside. Im in Playa Blanca. The fish here is good, but nothing beats Haddock. To be honest, they could serve me dog bollocks and bits, by the time I sit down to eat, it isnt good idea to include Havana 7 in the inclusive drinks.
Only a pure Nathan Barley would order a Gozleme. You'll have your bland English pancake with lemon and syrup and like it!