Someone shared their tripe stew at work with their ethnic group, which as I recall was Hispanic. I was the only white person and they were so excited I try it. It was horrid, but I felt I had to be polite and choke it down. Horrible, horrible, horrible.
My neighbor recently died and I was remembering her kindness and generosity. About once a month she’d bring us over baked goods. You’d think kids would scarf down cookies, etc. They usually ended up in the garbage. It didn’t take us long to figure out not to bother trying them. Maybe she was secretly trying to get rid of us. My mother did make a comment she was such a good neighbor for putting up with us. Hmmmm....
You may have been introduced to the joys of Menudo.