There really isn't much that grosses me out, foodwise, other than something called mondongo (a tripe dish) and a Colombian soup with the eyeball of a bull staring up at you. :shudder:
I love grilled mollejas (sweetbreads), which is done divinely on Argentinian and Nicaraguan grills, though. Go figure.
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