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Dear Reader,
One of the neat things about writing my daily column is that when people read it, they're inspired to write a story back to me. I've been flooded with tongue stories and tongue recipes since Monday's Boiled Tongue Column.
From the Tongue Email Bag:
"Hi Suzanne. My mom grew up on a farm, where they ate 'everything but the squeal' as the saying goes. Of course we ate tongue, and brains, and liver.
My husband wouldn't touch tongue with a ten-foot pole, but I have prepared it when my brother comes to town. His wife wouldn't have it in her kitchen! Be adventurous! Try tongue"--Betty Burlingame
"Suzanne, I couldn't believe your column on boiled tongue! I laughed so hard! It was September 1966, and my girlfriends and I met up with some boys we knew from our high school classes. It was after the football game, and one of the guys invited us all over to his house for an impromptu pot luck supper. I was smitten by his blue eyes and we were eager to go. When we got there and raided the fridge, it seems the only thing he had to eat was sliced boiled tongue sandwiches. Well, they were beautiful blue eyes, so I had my first (and last) boiled tongue sandwich. Fast forward 40 years. We have just celebrated our 36th wedding anniversary. And, no, we did not serve tongue (romantic as it was 40 years ago)! I so enjoy reading with you!"--Nancy Paaby
"Hi Suzanne. I have to share my tongue story. I was in the Peace Corps in Mongolia and all the new volunteers were going on a trip to the country. (Hoo-ray!) Each of us received a sack lunch. I guess I was thinking PBJ or cheese sandwich, but I actually received a half loaf of bread, an egg and a pointy little sheep tongue! Needless to say, I had egg and bread that day."--Janet
"Dear Suzanne, I had to chuckle when I read your column about boiled tongue. It brought back memories of visiting my aunt and uncle who lived on a dairy farm. Sometimes when we went to visit, there would be a bucket on the back porch with a very large tongue soaking in salt water. This meal to them was a real treat. I, on the other hand, would pray that we wouldn't stay for supper. And I never, ever asked which cow was missing from the herd. Thanks for the memories."
--Marilyn
"Suzanne, speaking of cow tongue...my wife read a joke to me from the 'Reader's Digest' magazine, but I will give you my version of it: A woman goes to a meat market and the butcher offers her a deal on cow tongue. To this she replies, 'I could never eat something that came out of the mouth of an animal!' The butcher dryly responds, 'May I suggest a dozen eggs!'"--Sean
"Your column today on boiled tongue gave me the giggles. In the 1950's my mother prepared beef tongue. My siblings and I tried every trick to avoid 'tongue night.' My father couldn't understand the commotion we were making, proclaiming the dish to be a delicacy. Once wrangled, though, we ate it and lived through the night! Is it any wonder that I have been a vegetarian since the 1970's? Thanks for the memories,"--Debra Blumberg
And finally, even my son and daughter-in-law emailed me about my tongue column:
"Mother, please keep in mind, if you even try to make tongue, we will never be over for dinner again."
Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.
If you missed Monday's boiled tongue column, go to:
http://dearreader.typepad.com/dear/2006/08/dear_reader_col_9.html
Warmest regards,
Suzanne Beecher
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