Definition of Tripe:

1:  Stomach tissue especially of a ruminant (as an ox) used as food.

Yuck!

2: Something poor, worthless or offensive.

Highly offensive!

 

Make no bones about it, I despise Tripe, in fact, just thinking and typing about it gives me the chills.

There are some fairly disgusting foods that people ingest, even going so far as to label them “delicacies” but this particular one is, in one word, grotesque.

Before all the cards, letters and e-mails start rushing in from people lauding the wonderfulness of entrails, pigs feet, tails, fried grasshoppers or other assorted vile food items, let me assure you that I will never go over to the dark side of the table where any of the above is concerned.

I’ve never eaten or come close to Tripe other than viewing it sitting there inside a butcher’s case, looking all gnarly and gross.  And, there was that instance of childhood trauma which may have triggered my lifelong revulsion to this ruminant.   Nope, scratch the “may have”…it has definitely scarred my taste buds.

 

Got your attention, did I?

Let me take you back.  The year..1952, I was seven years old.  An only child, dragged along to the movies by my parents to see “Moulin Rouge”, a movie they found entertaining but was way over my young head; in fact, it terrified me with just the opening scenes.  The music blared in the movie theater and images of women danced across the screen, kicking their legs up in the air along with massive, twirling, petticoats that, to me, looked just like Tripe, ready to jump out of the screen and into my frightened lap.

                                                                                         

 

 

From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop:…Are you a picky eater? Write about the foods that trigger your fight or flight response.   This is an older post, re-worked a bit, but too good to pass up for this prompt.  To this very day, I don’t think there is any other food on the planet which makes my stomach turn as much as this.