My parents came of age during the 1950's. They were the children of parents of the great depression. Frugal is probably the best word to describe them. Growing up, my parents would purchase half a cow, spend most of a Saturday, breaking it down, wrapping it up, and storing it in the freezer. I'd love to have the the butchering skills of this generation. There was no part of an animal that went to waste.
One summer my parents had stuffed the freezer with 1/2 a cow. Shortly there after we went on vacation. While we were on vacation, somebody broke into our house. They emptied the freezer and stole everything but the tripe!
In Hawaii, tripe seems to be enjoyed by the locals. I was at a high school basketball game, in Hana on Maui, the announcer listed all the items at the concession stand, which included tripe soup.
Sam Choy, gave the local news paper a recipe for tripe poke. Poke is the Hawaiian word for cut. Poke typically is made out of sea food, usually Tuna, but it is also made out of shrimp, octopus and crab. I'm surprised that it has not caught on in the states.