I had chicken’s feet soup as a kid. We had a neighbor how made it.
A favorite in Viet Nam is “Black Chicken Feet” Soup. You suck the “meat” off the feet with a little bit of noise. Yummy!
When we were kids, my mother used to eat pickled pig’s feet. I can safely say that was the singularly most disgusting thing a kid can watch an adult eat.
Crabs and lobster are one thing, but watching your mother pull apart some vaguely humanly articulated looking pink things and gnawing the cartilage off of them and crunching it was unsettling, to say the least.
I have always suspected that she took a liking to them because she knew we wouldn’t filch them and eat them, a lesson my dad never seemed to learn when he bought his snacks.
My mom was a great cook, but her endeavors sometimes extended past the edge of what we as kids were capable of accepting.
One evening for dinner, we were all sitting around the table, and she bought out this great big Blue Danube soup tureen and set it in the middle of the table. I remember wondering what it was, and leaning over to peer inquisitively into the steaming interior.
Inside was red sauce, bright red against the white china interior, with...some kind of strips of white things in it. Some of them, as they broke the surface were smooth and white, but some of them had a bizarre textured or honeycombed appearance to them!
When we asked what it was, my mother said: “Tripe! It’s good. Eat it.”
No way. As far as I was concerned, it looked like some poor alien from outer space had been stripped of his flesh to feed us. None of us would touch it, including my dad, and boy, was my mom ever pissed...:)