It was one of those moments that closes a generation gap. Recoiling slightly from a proffered skewer of ox hearts at a reception in a Lima country club – who would want to chow down on this most visceral and recognisable of organs? – I suddenly had a flashback to childhood and the tiny heart served up to me like a precious jewel by my mother in the Friday night chicken soup.
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