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I remember literally gagging when my mother would try to make me eat liver..... Still can't eat it to this day!
Tripe! Yipe! Years ago I went out with an italian coworker who said I just had to try tripe. He took me to supposedly the best place in town. With my first bite I had flashbacks of my mother standing over me with the wooden spoon wielded screaming " Eat it, it's good for you!" I found that if I were only given the choice of liver or tripe if I was starving to death, that I would hope the food was much better in heaven!
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