The stuff my mom made was vile. It was mostly a gelatinous mass with pieces of questionable meat (usually pig feet) and spices. She'd put it in a bowl to chill, and later plop some on your plate. She and my dad would add some vinegar to it. I just gagged.
Ok, yes, I think they would call it "braunschwager" here. EWWWWW!!! My parents would spread the "meat" glop on bread just before the meetings and we had to eat it or starve. Well, I would go "starving" on those nights. My stomach would growl during the boring meetings. When we got home it was that, or go to bed STILL hungry. I wasn't about to eat the crap.