My mother loved pickled herring (she was from Scotland), and she made oxtail soup. The soup was good. The sweetest meat is closest to the bone, of course. I did not like pickled herring; I know I tried it, but don't remember the taste.
Lately, I've been hungry for braunshweiger with Swiss cheese and sweet onion on rye bread. I tried it years ago at a deli, and still have it occasionally. This last week I had a sandwich every day. It's a bit like liverwurst, but darker in color. I don't think it's terribly unusual, but many people don't like it.
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