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I was about to accept mazirian’s Vanderbilt/Crum cite from Snax Trax Through Time as the definitive genesis of the potato chip, until I read a little further:
Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but aren’t “chitlins” some portion of the hog’s intestines? Fried cured pork rinds are more correctly known as “chicharones”.
If STTT can be wrong about pork rinds (a third rate pretender in the world o’ snax), how can we trust them with the potato chip, the Holy Grail of munchies?
Now I don’t know what to think.
TT
“It is better to know some of the questions than all of the answers.” --James Thurber
ThufferinThuccotash wrote:
Yes, chitlins are hog intestines. Actually, the correct spelling is “chitterlings”, but in common usage, the name is slurred into “chitlins”.
Pork rinds, as I understand it, are fried bits of skin. They are not to be confused with “cracklins” which were the crispy bits left over after you fried the hog’s fat to obtain lard. “Cracklins” are basically like the white part of bacon, fried to a crisp, and were most often used to make cracklin cornbread. (Just throw a few in the batter!)
I’ve never eaten them myself, though I grew up on a farm where we would slaughter the occasional hog. Our poorer neighbors would often come to help with the slaughter, and in return, they would be given part of the meat, including the “chitlins”. (This was pretty common practice.) I understand the chitlins must be scrubbed clean, very thoroughly, to eliminate any unwanted “flavors”.
Other, er, “delicacies” given to the poor neigbors included pig’s feet (Yummy when pickled, they claim), brains (usually fried with eggs), jowels, and various internal organs. They used to say of the hog that you could eat everything but the oink.
On a side note, there was a country store near where we lived, which always kept a big jar of pickled pigs’ feet on the counter. You could fish one out for yourself (redneck takeout, I guess). Our farm worker Red always made me stop there anytime we drove by, so he could get one.