Peewee wrote:
My taste buds have changed over the years except for two foods I still detest, boiled spinach and turnip greens, they still make me gag. My stepmom made the best biscuits and fried chicken I've ever tasted, dad made the best gravies, white, brown or red eye. He was a fireman and did most of the cooking at the fire stations he worked at. He was famous for his fried chitterlings (chitlens), which I would never eat because they stink so bad while being cooked. One day he said try one, every election the guys running for local offices would purchase chitterlings and bring them to his station and feed the firemen to drum up votes. One day he backed me into a corner at home in the kitchen and put his left forearm under my chin and said "you are going to try one, open your mouth or I'm going to put this fork through your mouth". I opened my mouth and to my utter amazement it was delicious. Whenever I could make it home while in the service, I'd stop before I got home and buy a ten pound bucket of them for the two of us.
Wash the chitlens inside and out really well.
Pressure cook them for about 90 minutes or until when you stick a fork in them they slide off like a potato.
Drain them.
Dip them in an egg wash and seasoned flour or you can go the seasoned beer batter way.
Deep fry until crispy like fried chicken.
Place paper napkins or paper bags on a large platter to absorb the excess grease.
Fill a cereal/dipping bowl about half full of ketchup and stir in your favorite hot sauce to taste.
Chow down and eat em while they're hot.
If you've done everything right, there won't be any left.
(For those who don't know, chitlens are hog intestines)
The only part of a hog southerns don't eat is the oink. We got hog head cheese, pickled pigs feet, pork skins, mountain oysters, etc... I think these foods gained popularity during reconstruction but they are starting to fade away. Hope I didn't gross anyone out, but when your are starving you'll eat just about anything and learn to like it.
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I really miss my Grandmothers cooking. She had a recipe for no sauce chile, cooked in a crock pot, that would knock your socks off. I also remember buckwheat pancakes, made from scratch, with sweet cream butter and real maple syrup. You haven't lived until you had something that good.