Geiamama
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My dad is a Yorkshireman and he would always save the drippings from the roast meats on Sunday, let it solidify and eat on sandwiches through the week.
We lived in the South of England and the old bloke was quite a novelty because of all the weird stuff he would eat - dripping, tripe, chitlings (these were the nastiest) and other things that most people would through away.
Because we lived by the sea, he would also go and dig up his own shellfish. It was quite common to get home and find the bath full of disgusting things like whelks. No wonder I don't like seafood
I'm afraid I sound much like your Dad. I eat more or less anything; heart, liver, kidney, tripe, dripping, trotters, brain, tongue. I used to go down to the seafront with my grandmother to get shell fish too! I loved winkle picking, it was so much fun pulling them out of their shells with a bobby pin!
Obviously the kids aren't quite so thrilled with my cooking... *yucky**yucky**yucky*