Many, many years ago I decided to cook tripe, Jamaican style like we used to have when I was a kid, for our dinner. I was only 19 and had no recipe so I just made it up as best I could. My husband (boyfriend at that time) came into our graduate residence apartment and was disgusted by the smell in there. I assured him that it smelt nasty but tasted delicious. So he took one bite and said the it tasted EXACTLY how it smelt and we were going to air out the apt., toss the tripe and go out for dinner.OK fine, beg me to go out for dinner.
The first St. Patrick's Day I was married I made a stew with potatoes and roast and I added green food coloring to honor St. Patrick's Day.It was meat and potatoes so my husband ate it anyways.....
Anyone remember that album cover with the tongue on the front?