When I was growing up in the 1980s, I used to go shopping in the town centre with my Gran every Saturday. Amongst our many ports of call, we’d always go to the tripe stall on the fish and meat market to get some tripe for my Grandad.
A whole stall devoted to selling the stomach lining of a cow.
Kids these days will never know of such things. Tripe
is gone, never to come back. I was there, at the end, as it passed into history.
I hated it myself of course - the look, the smell, just… no.