I love trippa, my mom made the best. When I go out to lunch sometimes I order trippa ("tripe" for the non-Italians) and my co-workers look at it with terror in their eyes. They don't know what they're missing.
This thread brings laughter and tears to my eyes as my mother passed away 4 months ago at the young age of 61. Sundays will never be the same. All of our family (brothers/sisters/neices/nephews/cousins) would eat a huge, fun lunch at my parents house and my mom would make a feast.