Friday, December 19, 2008

Merry Christmas, you chitlin!

The reason for the season is Jesus.
And eating. Down south, the local grocery store's flyer this week:

Chitterlings, sometimes spelled chitlins in vernacular, are the intestines and rectum of a pig that have been prepared as food. They are a type of offal.

Offal don't begin to say it.

Things you will not hear me say at Christmas dinner: "Please pass the chitlins."

'But they're pre-cleaned!'

Where's Andrew Zimmern when you need him?!"

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