Last night I thawed and warmed a frozen package of chitlins for dinner. I’d never had them before and was looking forward to a new experience.
I couldn’t eat it; it smelled like vomit. And the texture, oh god, the texture. Like like like, well, I don’t want to say what the texture was like. Like cooked intestines in glue sauce or something.
I can see why it’s a poor folks’ food; no-one with the money to buy anything else would touch them.
Eeeeeyew, ick ick.