I have some rather disturbing memories of being invited to my ex husband's family for dinner.
When we arrived, his mother was sitting outside in the garden, a hosepipe stuck between her legs, the top end of which was inserted into a disgusting smelling length of intestine. Judging by the bowl at the side of her, she had done a really good job of cleaning the intestine of its contents, but still.
It gets worse. Not only was I expected to eat this, but as a guest, I was expected to eat A LOT...most of it finger fed to me by my father in law (this would usually be considered a sign of affection/respect though I tend to think that in this case, it had more to do with his being convinced that my failure to get pregnant had something to do with my weight).
WORSE STILL. I had no choice but to eat it because to have declined would have been considered an insult. I am telling you. It was foul.
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