For Lent I have vowed not to eat tripe and onions or watch TWS. Managing to stick it so far and think I won't have any problems making the end of Lent without succumbing.
Can't believe that a thread about pancakes is doing so well. I love all this batter banter. What a bunch of tossers we all are.
Mums from Leeds and she'd always make double Yorkshires. First lot with roast beef then the rest with sugar and lemon for pud.
We used to get the Yorkshires for starters with gravy because our dinner plates weren't big enough for 4 or 5 Yorkshires and roast beef, spuds, etc all at the same time. But definitely golden syrup for afters.
Kempton Snr used to love tripe and onions. Monstrous. He also ate liver, sheep's brains, pigs trotters (which made him very I'll one time) and whelks. I reckon my Dad's where the inspiration for Hannibal Lector came from. The mucky bastard
My dad used to love tripe and onions cooked in milk which to me looked something the dog might have spewed up, with that much pepper on it he was sneezing fit to bust. To this day the smell of the stuff cooking makes me want to throw up. Nowt wrong with liver. Love a lot of seafood but can't bring myself to eat whelks. Brains and trotters are to be left for less civilised parts of the country.
Christ AKCJ, as if we need another reason to think you're a twat, you tell us you've got links to Leeds!
I've tried all sorts around the world (food and drink, behave), some with quite pungent smells. I can't imagine a single reason why I could ever bring myself to eat tripe. Just the thought of it is making me want to cut my nose off.
The father in law used to be a butcher and he told me that tripe starts out green in colour so has to be bleached. I can't even look at liver and no one is allowed to eat it in our house.
