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Although I've never eaten any of the following....
My mom grew up on a farm in the South. They did not believe in wasting food, so chitlins (pig intestines), hash (leftover bits of anything mixed together) and chicken feet were not an uncommon dinner. When I worked in a grocery store the South, we sold canned pig brains with gravy, and plenty of people bought pigs feet and tripe.
I used to have a picture of my father eating grasshoppers. I think it was more of a dare than an "I'm hungry" thing.
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