ghoti_mhic_uait: (Mittens)
ghoti_mhic_uait ([personal profile] ghoti_mhic_uait) wrote2003-12-29 09:36 pm

I can smell [livejournal.com profile] shermarama's brains

Yea, verily, they are sweet, spicy and oh, so juicy.

[identity profile] sheepthief.livejournal.com 2003-12-29 03:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Chitterlings? Wossat?

I used to like tongue sandwiches. And no, that's not a euphamism. I wasn't expected to eat black pudding though, and I don't recall there ever being tripe in the house.

[identity profile] aellia.livejournal.com 2003-12-29 03:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Chitterlings are a Kentish word for sheep's intestines.
A sort of grey colour when bought and then boiled to white and put on a plate!
And they expected me to eat this!!!
The tripe always smelled good,but only because it was cooked with onions.

[identity profile] briggsy.livejournal.com 2003-12-29 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
This thread scares me ... i'll go as far as haggis, but anything else is a big no no ... especially brains!

[identity profile] briggsy.livejournal.com 2003-12-29 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Aye. My dad's mother always served him tripe and onions. He hated it.

[identity profile] pinkdormouse.livejournal.com 2003-12-29 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
The first time my Mum served tripe and onions my Dad told me a very believable story about how they were racing car tyres (specially collected and sliced up by his chief mechanic) cooked in milk. I had one bite and went to throw up. Never been near the stuff since.

Gina

[identity profile] sheepthief.livejournal.com 2004-01-01 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
When the GPO used to have an engineer working down a hole in the pavement they'd erect a sort of red & white striped tent over the hole. For years my father had me believing that that's where Stoke City players lived.

[identity profile] pinkdormouse.livejournal.com 2004-01-01 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
Love it!

Gina