Looks like the turkey is almost done.It took me three times as long to read that caption as it normally would have.
Looks like the turkey is almost done.It took me three times as long to read that caption as it normally would have.
I have never had brains, liver, tongue, really anything exotic. But the rule was just like what you dealt with, if you do not like what was offered, you went hungry. If you did not eat dinner, no dessert. On weekends we had snacks like potato chips or popcorn. Same rule, no dinner, no dessert, no snacks. And then the other kicker, we served ourselves. If we put it on our plate, we had to eat it.I remember when I was a kid my Grandmother would fry up an order of calf brains, don't remember if I liked them or not. Of course back then you ate what was put on the table or you did not eat. Jim.
Whoops, my bad. Wrong thread.that kinda looks more "political"
Too late now - I already laughed out loud.Whoops, my bad. Wrong thread.
There was a caption?It took me three times as long to read that caption as it normally would have.
Yes, it was way up high.There was a caption?
There was a caption?
You didn't get the point?
My mom was born in 1919 and grew up on a farm with 5 brothers and 5 sisters during The Depression. She said they grew most of what they ate, and that you could eat every part of the pig except the oink. When I was growing up she would sometimes bring home pig brains from the IGA and cook them up. She could never get me to eat them, but she seemed to like them.I remember when I was a kid my Grandmother would fry up an order of calf brains, don't remember if I liked them or not. Of course back then you ate what was put on the table or you did not eat. Jim.
Grew up on “old McDonald‘s farm basically...milk cows, cattle for beef, farrow-to-finish hogs, chickens for eggs, chickens for butcher, an acre of garden/truck patch. Most of what we ate, we produced. As a kid we too ate literally everything...we use to say regarding hogs we ate everything but the “squeal”. Don’t remember pig brains but cattle...heart, tongue, brains...you name it, we ate it. Not saying I liked all of it but you ate what was cooked or you went hungry.My mom was born in 1919 and grew up on a farm with 5 brothers and 5 sisters during The Depression. She said they grew most of what they ate, and that you could eat every part of the pig except the oink. When I was growing up she would sometimes bring home pig brains from the IGA and cook them up. She could never get me to eat them, but she seemed to like them.