#495: Mama Olaf

June 26th, 2015 § permalink

The smell of tripe is faint.

The smell is meaty, yes. And it lingers in the air around the bubbling pot of stomach and bone. But it does so lightly, almost gently.

A Romanian woman smiles and offers a sliver of tripe. It melts on the tongue.

“I worry about Danny,” Mama Olaf said. » Read the rest of this entry «

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