AH TRIPE, Tripe, that glorious ugly lump of white honeycombed stomach of cow. Tripe, that ugly beige block of ice that takes two days to thaw. Tripe, the food that drives everyone from the house and demands windows be opened so as not to asphyxiate the chef. Tripe, a sweetmeat, a delicacy, a piece of offal, left behind and neglected but adored by gourmands and gourmets alike.
Caption: Peggy Ullman Bell
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AH TRIPE,
Tripe, that glorious ugly lump of white honeycombed stomach of cow.
Tripe, that ugly beige block of ice that takes two days to thaw.
Tripe, the food that drives everyone from the house and demands windows be opened so as not to asphyxiate the chef.
Tripe, a sweetmeat, a delicacy, a piece of offal, left behind and neglected but adored by gourmands and gourmets alike.
Just a tiny ode to tripe.
Good one!
I'm sensing a theme.
HAHAHAHAAH!
Good one!
Ooohhh. My choice of rejections? Wonderful! I wonder how much each one costs.
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