I was eating dinner at my second family in the Truth's house (didn't everybody have a "second family in the Truth"?) The were fixing chitlins. They smelled like boiling crap, not that I'm overly familiar with the smell of boiling crap, but everyone assured me that my "second mother in the Truth" was always extra thorough in cleaning them.
I was the only white (though I think it's more a southern thang than a black thang) person there who was brave enough to try them. I got a nice heaping pile, loaded on the hot sauce, and got the fork right up to my lips before the gag reflex kicked in.
I was terribly embarrassed, and though I fervently reassured the cook that it wasn't a commentary on my confidence in her cooking, I had to get that reeking pile of putrescence the heck off my plate!
The homemade black forest cake was divine. I made up for the chitlins by eating three pieces of cake.
Hmmm
Edited by - hmmm on 20 June 2002 21:47:10
