Well Press My Udder!
A reader has written in to Column 8 in The SMH, to comment that:
'I had a Saturday job in the United Cattle Products tripe shop and snack bar in Stockport, Cheshire. I brewed large brown earthenware pots of tea, sliced into black pudding with gusto and made up sandwiches filled with elder or pickled tongue. Ah, happy days. So, what is elder? Do you really want to know? Shh … It's boiled pressed cow's udder, served cold and thinly sliced.'
MooZoo found zirself with arms suddenly crossed defensively in front of chest after reading that *shudder*.
'I had a Saturday job in the United Cattle Products tripe shop and snack bar in Stockport, Cheshire. I brewed large brown earthenware pots of tea, sliced into black pudding with gusto and made up sandwiches filled with elder or pickled tongue. Ah, happy days. So, what is elder? Do you really want to know? Shh … It's boiled pressed cow's udder, served cold and thinly sliced.'
MooZoo found zirself with arms suddenly crossed defensively in front of chest after reading that *shudder*.
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