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"In early March 2010 I went with Sonja, Cheytah and Calhoun to Crufts, England. We would stay with a good girlfriend in a mobile home, spacious enough for us to celebrate. As usual I would take care of the dogs and Sonja eat it people. So the freezer, cooler and bags were filled. Since it was rather cold, the meat for the hounds was not completely thawed around their meal time yet. I threw the bag of pens in a saucepan with hot water and went on to throw all the ingredients together in a large bucket. Within fifteen minutes the trip was thawed and I kiepte it with the most moisture at the rest in the bin. There was still some pensvocht left in the pan, which could possibly be added later. Meanwhile, Sonja started our dinner. Broccoli with baked potatoes and meatballs in gravy. For the broccoli and potatoes she had found the right pans but for the meatballs with the gravy yet. Before I could react, Sonja turned the bowl with balls above the pan with Pensvocht. She had meant that it was empty and clean.

It took at least half an hour longer before the food was finished, we couldn't stop laughing anymore! It was the hardest meal so far, looking at each other could not and I had to constantly think that in other countries they also eat tripe otherwise I would not have gotten a bite through my throat. And our girlfriend, who had never eaten such delicious meatballs!