In a message dated 11/8/2004 8:13:24 PM Eastern Standard Time, AnnWicki writes: Dot: UGH is right. We, as kids, would go to the butcher and we bought two slices of head cheese and two slices of tongue bologna for my mother. UGH, UGH!!! ==================================================== OMG I remember that head cheese. And the tongue. We used to have that quite often. My brother wouldn't eat it so my mother told him it was ham and he ate it. And how about that stinky limburger cheese with onions on rye bread? I hated even the smell. But my father could make good spaetzles. I never did learn from him how to make them and I loved them. Only family I knew of (we lived in an Italian neighborhood) who had stuffed heart for Sunday dinner. I didn't like that but did love the kidney stew over mashed potatoes. We even had brains on occasion. If it was an organ meat we had it. Wouldn't touch brains now on a bet though. Dot ps and my mother's Irish Soda Bread was to die for. I found some homemade loaves at a craft fair and bought 3 to freeze.