This is so funny to read. I have to admit that when I was small we lived on a farm and raised our own beef. It was always hand fed grain and so was very good. My mom cooked almost everything, and she was a great cook. I was raised on brains, sweatbread, heart, liver, tongue, oxtail soup and even Rocky Mountain oysters. These were all very good. Noone told us they were supposed to be bad, so we like them. My uncle was even a professional butcher, so we knew how how our steers were raised and butchered. I wouldn't eat these items from a grocery store now. It makes a difference how they are raised. My dad died when I was a teenager and my mom remarried when I was a senior. The thought of eating a lamb really grossed me out, but I discovered there is also a difference in the lamb that you buy. My mom's new husband raised sheep and she learned to cook lamb. It was much different than what you buy in the grocery store. Much of that may be labeled lamb, but is most likely not the young lambs.
I had to laugh when when we were little because my Grandmother convinced my Mom to cook the kidneys. Mom put them on the stove and started boiling them. It didn't last long, as soon as they began to smell, she picked up pan and all and threw them out the back door. She never tried to cook the kidneys again.
Thanks for the memories. My parents are gone now, and it is good to bring up the memories of when we were really little.