What's the most disgusting thing you've eaten?

[Accy cyclist]

My auntie loves tripe. Just the sight of it turns my stomach.

Horrible stuff, but I suppose old folk who grew up in financial hardship couldn't afford meat so....I worked in an old folks home in the late 1980's. They had tripe every Saturday tea. Some had it with vinegar , some had it with milk.

 

[PK99]

Horrible stuff, but I suppose old folk who grew up in financial hardship couldn't afford meat so....I worked in an old folks home in the late 1980's. They had tripe every Saturday tea. Some had it with vinegar , some had it with milk.

Tripe was very popular in Lancashire in and after ww2 as it was one of the few meats that was not rationed.

I remember the Tripe stalls on Chorley Maket in the 1960s.

 

[Accy cyclist]

Tripe was very popular in Lancashire in and after ww2 as it was one of the few meats that was not rationed.

I remember the Tripe stalls on Chorley Maket in the 1960s.

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Yes, I remember there being two, or was it three 🤔 tripe shops here in Great Harwood, up till the late 1970's.

 

[sevenfourate]

Horrible stuff, but I suppose old folk who grew up in financial hardship couldn't afford meat so....I worked in an old folks home in the late 1980's. They had tripe every Saturday tea. Some had it with vinegar ,

Mine would have been ‘served up’ sitting in the bin-liner where it belonged….

Load of old tripe 🤣

***Used to be popular here: on Gt Yarmouth market too. Actually - might still be 🤣🤷‍♂️🤦‍♂️

 

[Dave7]

Horrible stuff, but I suppose old folk who grew up in financial hardship couldn't afford meat so....I worked in an old folks home in the late 1980's. They had tripe every Saturday tea. Some had it with vinegar , some had it with milk.

🥸

 

[KnittyNorah]

My dad used to love tripe and a regular outing as a child was to a UCP restaurant, where dad would have tripe with a white onion gravy/sauce and my brother, mum and I would usually have braised steak-and-cowheel, all with the obligatory mashed or boiled potatoes and a couple of other veggies.
Mum wouldn't cook tripe, but in summer she'd buy it ready-prepared from the local butcher, and dad would enjoy a big tripe salad - all salad from the allotment - while the rest of us would have the same salad but no tripe, instead with thick slices of boiled ham from the village shop, who did the best boiled ham ever.

I loved cowheel gravy, so thick and gelatinous! My first 'proper' Saturday and school holiday job - by that I mean one where they asked for my NI card - was at a UCP cafe/shop/restaurant when I was 15. I loved neatly placing slices of boiled, roast, pressed and otherwise 'prepared' unmentionable bits of animals onto greaseproof paper and wrapping them into neat little parcels. Ninepence, please! The cook in the cafe would ask for me specially, when she was busy, from my supervisor in the shop - she wanted me to go down into the cellars where big bins of custard powder, flour etc were kept as she knew I wouldn't scream when I switched on the light and all the cockroaches scurried away! There was never a cockroach in the bins, though - they were well-sealed, the cellar itself was spotless and the roaches came into the cellar from the surrounding cellars, about which we could do nothing. I suppose nowadays the entire place would have to be sealed to prevent their ingress.

 

[PK99]

My dad used to love tripe and a regular outing as a child was to a UCP restaurant,

UCP = Offly good restaruants!


In Lancashire and other parts of the North of England in the 1950s there were 146 UCP shops-cum-restaurants specialising in tripe dishes and with long queues for seats. UCP stood (and still does at its single remaining outlet) for United Cattle Products, who also provided ox tail, cow heel and other bovine extremities in an age when little was wasted. Tripe was also sold in chip shops.

http://www.unitedcattleproducts.co.uk/ucp_memories002.php

 

[Andy in Germany]

Boom tomorrow. There's ALWAYS a boom tomorrow...

Someone's got to have a sense of perspective around here...

 

[Andy in Germany]

Tripe was very popular in Lancashire in and after ww2 as it was one of the few meats that was not rationed.

I remember the Tripe stalls on Chorley Maket in the 1960s.

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I've just looked up "Tripe" on Wikimedia and I wish I hadn't. Apparently it's now considered to be dog food.

I remember reading that restaurants were not subject to rationing in the war. It appears government policy was to make sure the wealthy could continue eating their delicacies, while the poor were able to eat offal.

 

[Reynard]

Someone's got to have a sense of perspective around here...

Ivanova is God.

 

[PK99]

I've just looked up "Tripe" on Wikimedia and I wish I hadn't. Apparently it's now considered to be dog food.

I remember reading that restaurants were not subject to rationing in the war. It appears government policy was to make sure the wealthy could continue eating their delicacies, while the poor were able to eat offal.

Actually that is bolleaux

Food in all tea shops, work canteens and restaurants was not rationed, although, much of what customers would have liked to order was in short supply. So the tea shops, canteens and restaurants put in place their own rationing, allowing, for example, only one bun per customer.

Fresh fish was not rationed from the fish and chips shops. It was cheap and plentiful. There was always a long line of people waiting for the fish and chip shop to open. The fish and chips were served in newspaper. So we could either eat them out of doors if the weather was fine or take them home to eat.

School dinners were also off-ration, and the Government provided free school milk for children and set up British Restaurants for people at home.
Source: https://www.1900s.org.uk/1940s-eating-out.htm

 

[Andy in Germany]

Actually that is bolleaux

Food in all tea shops, work canteens and restaurants was not rationed, although, much of what customers would have liked to order was in short supply. So the tea shops, canteens and restaurants put in place their own rationing, allowing, for example, only one bun per customer.

Fresh fish was not rationed from the fish and chips shops. It was cheap and plentiful. There was always a long line of people waiting for the fish and chip shop to open. The fish and chips were served in newspaper. So we could either eat them out of doors if the weather was fine or take them home to eat.

School dinners were also off-ration, and the Government provided free school milk for children and set up British Restaurants for people at home.
Source: https://www.1900s.org.uk/1940s-eating-out.htm

Makes sense. My cynical self was assuming the worst as usual.

 

[PK99]

I've just looked up "Tripe" on Wikimedia and I wish I hadn't. Apparently it's now considered to be dog food.

Try Googling:

Tripe in Fench/Geman/Italian/Spanish etc cooking.

or look at:
https://www.masterclass.com/articles/how-to-cook-with-tripe

Tripe dishes were and still are popular elsewhere, as with offal in General, but not UK. We generally had an abundance of prime cuts and nose-to-tail eating was not a British thing - apart from Haggis of course.

 

[KnittyNorah]

Actually one of the worst things I have ever eaten was a pair of very fresh, barely-cooked young rams testicles. It was when I was in Saudi Arabia and my then boyfriend - an Englishman working for the Ministry of Planning through some sort of secondment deal with Stanford University - had gone to collect some bottles of whisky 'run' by the members of a bedouin tribe and I went along for the ride, as it were.

We were welcomed with open arms; and I was ushered into the women's quarters where of course they assumed that my bf was my husband and I was bombarded with questions. I wasn't thinking fast enough, if I had I'd've said we'd been married three months and I was pregnant with twin boys already - but instead I ended up with them tut-tutting at my misfortune of having no sons - not even any children! - and the oldest woman of them all said she knew a sure fire way I'd get pregnant with boys. She yelled at the men, volubly insisting on something and the next thing I knew, a few minutes after a feeble 'baaaa' outside the tent had faded into silence, I was presented with a plate on which lay two partially-cooked, still slightly bloody, small objects.

Eat, eat! urged all the women encouragingly. It will bring you many sons, they assured me.
Ye gods, I hope not, I thought. That's the best way to get sent to prison then ignominiously deported ...
I wondered if the hormones contained in the testicles could negate the effects of the daily Pill, if they would survive this brief cooking, and if they did, would my digestive process be able to destroy them. I assumed the best and looking at the plate (which I can still see, it was an enamel one with a blue border and a tiny blue flower on the rim) in order to avoid looking at the testicles, I ate them. As I had cut each one in half and they were only small, I could swallow them without biting into them so I didn't taste them.

I was congratulated by the women and they were very happy that now I would get pregnant with boys ... sorry to disappoint but when my bf went out to collect the next crate of Johnny Walker Red Label on behalf of whoever was the Minister of Planning at the time I told him to go by himself and to smile conspiratorially if anyone asked about me because the old woman would be really disappointed if she found out I wasn't pregnant ...

 

[MichaelW2]

I've just looked up "Tripe" on Wikimedia and I wish I hadn't. Apparently it's now considered to be dog food.

I remember reading that restaurants were not subject to rationing in the war. It appears government policy was to make sure the wealthy could continue eating their delicacies, while the poor were able to eat offal.

Today's dogfod is tomorrow's premium cut. Just look at oxtail.