I don’t know if any of you out there know what chitlins are but the Old Soldier was just thinking about them. Chitlins are good eatin’. They’re pig intestines. Man, do they stink up a house. Drop an onion in the pot while they’re boiling to cut down on the smell. A crock pot or slow cooker are great for cooking chitlins.
Cleaning chitlins is the tough part. You want to get out all the grit and the fat. Chitlins are a food of the South. Southern folks and black folks like me mainly eat them.
Put them on a plate with a mess of greeens, potato salad and hot corn bread with plenty of hot sauce handy and you got yourself some good eatin’. I think I’ll have me some chitlins for the Memorial Day Weekend.
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