Now ... I recall episodes from my early childhood ... that I wish I hadn't.
My father occasionally used to bring home some disgusting stuff that I think was calf's brains. He had a penchant for that sort of thing. I mistook it for cauliflower, on my plate, at first. On being enlightened by my parents, I was nauseated, as well I might, and most folks on here would have been. However, parenting being - what it was - in those days in the 1950s, I was forced to gulp down the muck - if I left stuff on the plate I got a beating. I probably threw it up afterwards, but wasn't punished for that...
I think that there were at times, other horrors on the dinner table besides this.
I think I've said enough. Can we now lay this nauseating thread to rest?