She had tamed her worst cooking habits by the time she came to live with us. She often said she'd eaten road kill and claimed to have eaten fox - but I don't know if that was true. She did wear the whole skin (head and all) as a neck-wrap. As a nipper I really thought she was a witch!
She was actually a very good cook in the traditional British style. She ran a café in the fifties - stuff like steak and kidney pie, bangers and mash, fish and chips ...It was her love of offal that got me retching as a child - coming home from school to the smell of tripe cooking or an ox tongue boiling away was not pleasant.
She made up for it all by cooking excellent fruit pies, cakes, and puddings though. Sadly, her sense of taste vanished in the later years, so she over-salted everything and anything with almond essence in was inedible!
I was made to eat Tripe and Ox Tongue as a child ( needs must ) - Ox tongue I don't remember ( apart from the pulling of the outer sheath of the tongue ) so I assume it was 'ok' - didn't leave me with trauma
Tripe on the other hand..... smelled of silage and didn't disappoint on that front. Only so much boiling in milk with a Parsley you can trick your mind into believing is having a positive effect versus the reality of trying to chew it down your gullet.
That being said - I would honestly revisit it ( if I could find any ) due to this one Video clip from Gordan Ramsay.
