When I was a little girl, my dad used to procure fresh pork chitterlings from the local butcher and my mum would fry them up for Saturday tea (that's dinner, to you Americans). I remember really enjoying them.
Since I've been over here I haven't had chitlings, and my dad really enjoys teasing me about that. Last weekend he and I were talking about food and I mentioned that I'd seen some frozen chitterlings at the store. he said that they were just as good frozen as they were fresh, and that I should get some and have a go at cooking them.
So I did, and today at lunchtime sounded like as good a time as any to fry some up.
I forgot how bad they smell. Dave was home for lunch when I started them in the skillet, and he came into the kitchen to ask what smelled like frying pig shit. Once he saw what I was cooking he decided that he was going back to work.
Now that I've cooked then, I'm not sure I can eat them. They smell REALLY bad.....not appetizing in the slightest. Even the dog's not interested in them, and he eats cat turds out of the litter box.
I think that my chitterlings are going to go in the garbage. They're just not as I remember them....in fact, I'd have to say that they're pretty gross. They're pig guts, after all.....