Originally Posted by reach for the stars 2

When I as young my Grandmother cooked Sunday dinner for us. We sat down and passed food around. The meat she made told us it was beef. So I took a little piece. It looked kinda of funny to me. I ate one mouthful and I did not like it. After dinner she said it was tongue. My mother and me had a race to the bathroom. Just the thought that I ate a piece made me gag.I always made sure to eat before we went to Gram's for dinner. Didn't like her surprises.