Italian
This was a dish that I used to hate with a passion. We would go to my Grandma Capozzoli's for dinner and she would make stuff like this. This dish particularly terrified us grand kids, but we had to "clean our plates" In fact we were not allowed to leave the table till all of the food was gone.
On more than one occasion I filled my pockets with tripe just to get away from the table. Then when home I would have to pull it out and rinse my pants before my parents discovered my trick. I discovered early on that the hand is quicker than the eye.
Now, long after my grandma has gone on ahead I have learned to love this dish, it brings back memories. Only difference is I eat it and really enjoy it instead of stuffing it into my pockets.
Neapolitan style tripe and fried peppers on capelini.
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Nothing says grandma Capozzoli like cows stomach.