My mom got introduced to some of the oddest foods by some colorful people. A nun in Taiwan served mum her first snake stew, her best friend, a masseuse to the famous and the powerful, gave her a pot of braised chicken testicles to take home without bothering to tell my mom what the freakin' delicious bits were. My mom promptly served me a bowl when she got home, and I willingly popped them in my mouth one after another.
My brother, Eddie, wrote a wonderful short story based on the various delicacies we've shared growing up. He recently cooked a pot of his own childhood favorite, chicken hearts. I asked him to share on my blog a photo of his pot o' gold. This is one delicacy I have yet to try. I've had calf's heart and lung before, so chicken heart is not that much a stretch.
Soy-braised Chicken Hearts