To see a plate of tripe, black pudding and pigs trotters in the window, none of which I had ever seen nor eaten before.
Kazia
My story begins when I was 15 and arrived in 1971 to live in Wetherby.
I had lived in Kent most of my life and learning Yorkshire was very difficult to my untrained ears. I had never heard of Ginnels or put ‘wood int hole’, or asked for “twice”at the fish and chip shop.
The Yorkshire food was another massive thing to get used to. Walking past a Wetherby butchers shop in 1971 to see a plate of tripe, black pudding and pigs trotters in the window, none of which I had ever seen nor eaten before. And, of course, Yorkshire puddings!
I am now at the age of 66 - love the dialect and eat lots of Yorkshire puddings and would never leave my home city of Leeds.