No sooner do I mention my fondness for tripe, when my chef-type pal Stan admits that he has always wanted to tackle tripe in the kitchen, but never had a dinner guest who would oblige his fascination with bovine stomach line.
What can I say? I'm very obliging.
Good thing too, since his hearty Roman-style rendition served over Parmesan-scented polenta was utterly delicious. And, with my baking an Olive Oil-Lemon Cake to bring up the rear, a well-rounded meal was had.
Needless to say, we both felt very well-rounded at the evening's end. Well, more round anyway. In fact, rather roly-poly.
Next time, I have to get obsessed with rice cakes. Plain rice cakes. Dry rice cakes. Much better for the waste line.
But then I won't be able to use the phrase "roly-poly" in the resulting posting. Hmmm...Tough call.
Tripe stew it is!
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