[Evans, Marv]

I never cared for tripe at all. I was at a Mexican celebration once where they had deep fried chicken intestines. I didn't eat any and found out the next day several people spent the night throwing up. My mother used to make mince meat pie from hog's head. She'd get a cut in half hog's head from a butcher. She'd scoop the brain out and boil the head up in a huge pot. The meat from the head went into making the mince meat for the pies. She'd make mush in blocks solidified in bread pans. The mush had left over bits of the head meat, along with diced up lips, snout, tongue, & other things I can't remember. She'd feed my dad scrambled brains & eggs for breakfast. I didn't like that. I did love the mush, she made of the juice from cooking the head, for breakfast fried up in slices with maple syrup.