Tripe photo courtesy: Kent Wang – wikimedia.org
After a few days in Ireland, I can’t say I was a fan of the food. The dishes were the same bland English style. I solved my dilemma by finding Indian restaurants where I never saw an Irish person eat. Then I read about a Cork “delicacy.”
Growing up, I hadn’t been a fan of my mother’s cooking. She cooked how most women did back then – no spices and vegetables limp from over boiling. Sometimes she made tripe with white sauce.
Tripe, for those of you who’ve never been as fortunate as me, is the rubbery slimy insides of a sheep’s stomach. I sat for over an hour, every time the dish was served, and refused to eat it, much to my mother’s frustration. While this was a rather sad memory from my childhood, I had to laugh when I read that this very dish was a Cork delicacy, a delicacy I avoided during my stay in the city.