Labels: All Given For Food: Japanese
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Years ago when we were living in Kansas, my mother brought home a beef tongue from the grocery butcher. I remember her having fun freaking out my Dad and us kids, when she told us to open the fridge and look at the cow tongue, like a dare. We didn't believe her, but then there it was, sitting on a plate, all large and gooey looking. We picked it up and played with it, and I chased my sisters around the dining room, delighting in grossing them out. That's all I remember, I don't recall eating the thing.
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