I love liver but when I was young I had a friend who hated it and would retch trying to eat it. They had it every week on the night we went to brownies and I would go round for her and sit with her trying to eat it as her mum wouldn’t let her go until she had finished it. Sooo, I helped her eat it! We’d be at the kitchen table and when her mum left the room I’d scoff some for her! ?
Now on tripe. I hated it as did my dad and one brother but my mum and other brother loved it. Every time they had it mum would say to me “just try a bit, you might like it this time”. Dad used to call it “stewed knitting”. ???