Being the oldest in a tribe of kids, the first to the pot got to eat their fill. Tough on the last one home from school. So there was was not much in the way of grub that l would turn my nose up at - but one thing l do recall was that l was the only one of 8 kids that couldn’t stand TRIPE. To this day the thought makrs me shivver. Heart, liver, kidney lung - no probs - tripe is aptly named
I remember years ago buying tripe for my dog, it was lifting and my missus made me put it in the garage because of the smell. We had all of the dogs on the estate at the garage door for months after
Same here tripe and onions looked vile, now a plate of pigs trotters, and a Cow heel what more could you ask for.
Agree with tripe. Always left it even after being told to eat my tea or ya not going back out. Aye right night in thanks.
My Aunt worked in a Tripe Shop in Crowtree Road, spent many an hour in their in my childhood, she was a bit of a looker and tripe seemed to be very popular in that neck of the woods.
I once hitched to Loughborough, to see a girl I'd met on holiday as a 16 year old, and was picked up by a tripe delivery van ... ... the only room was in the back and I absolutely stunk by the time I got out. She opened the door to me, closed it and her dad came out to chase me. I've not liked tripe ever since
Last time I had tripe was in Sofia 4 or 5 years ago. It was in a hot, spicy soup which is supposed to be a hangover cure. It was nice. The only other time I've had it, I must have been about 5 and my dad decided he wanted tripe and onions. I don't remember disliking it then either. Might have to give it another go.
In the late 60s one Saturday night In cross gate club Durham The Newcastle team was in there There were all eating trype And playing snooker
When I was a youngster I was forced to meet the girlfriends parents. I walked into the ‘parlour’ and her Dad was sat on the settee eating the brains out of an upside down boiled sheep’s head which was wrapped in a towel. After witnessing that I’d have tripe for pudding if need be.
When we lived in France one of our local lunch time restaurants had a broth called Tete de Veau, calves head in English and being brave I gave it a go once, and once was more than enough it was bloody awful.
Very few foods I dislike. Was rarely allowed not to clean my plate as a bairn. Tripe though should just be for the dogs. We used to go to Silloth on holiday as kids and my Dad would have tripe in the caravan. Unbelievable stuff.
