Showing posts with label offal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label offal. Show all posts

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?!"