@@mzlyzs9863 Of course. I always come correct with it. I should have said queen. Nothing on this planet more beautiful than black women, but I'm biased. 🤷♂️
@bigpink pencil i had to think about it for a second myself. Denison? TF was I talking about ?? I was most likely definitely faded at the time, so I couldn't be absolutely sure.
Me either. I'm actually vegan and people eating "common meats" (chicken, sausage, bacon, etc) smells horrible too, but chitlins is the worst smell by far.
I am Black and we had both in our family because of one sister who did not like sweet potato pie. She loved pumpkin pie though. When all the sweet potato pie was gone we all helped her finish the pumpkin pie.😃
I ate Chitterlings 1 time and let me tell you that was the most nastiest and smelliest thing I have ever eaten in my life... Never again.. btw I'm black and still say HELL NAWL😂🤷🤮
I’m married to a black man and the first time I ever saw chitlins was Thanksgiving at his family’s (I’m from Chicago). We were all standing around the buffet table saying grace and of course, I was in front of the chitlins on the table. Black people don’t say grace quickly. Everyone gets to add to the prayer and that shit could go on for 10 minutes. I’m just like Gary...couldn’t get away fast enough. 🤢🤮 The next day someone was reheating leftovers in the microwave and I am not lying, that smell never came out, even after a year. Makes me gag just thinking about them.
FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M NOT ALONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Chitlins are disgusting🤢🤮. I know white slave masters gave black slaves barely enough food to feed their families, and chitlins was the scraps that white slave masters didn't want so they tossed it out and black slaves were starving and had no other options. I do wish we as black people stop eating chitlins and pig's feet. Alot of people think slavery is over and it's no more, nope it's still here. Slavery just adapted to this era.
I was at my previous step dad's family thing and he offered me chitlins. I asked what it was and he wouldn't tell me, until after I at least tried it. Yuck! Spit it out fast! Lol. Finally, he told me it was pig intestines. Ewww... Never again! He tried to say it was like chicken at 1st. 😂 My Mama sure got a good laugh at me for it though. Lmao.
I still remember that episode of Kitchen Nightmares when Gordon Ramsay ate the plate of chitlins. He actually called the waiting staff to pray for him before he ate.
I grew up in Detroit, Michigan in a mixed neighborhood. Was across the street at my girlfriends home. Her Mom had made some pies. The little ones asked me if I knew what kind of pie it was-- when I said pumpkin the kids laughed at me. I had no idea bout sweet potato pie. LOL!!
As a youngster, the first time I smelled chitterlings I walked right back out of the house. My oldest sister tried to give me some, I told her if anything smelled that bad, no thank you. Have never tasted them in my 57 years on this earth. More for you chitterlings lovers. You can have all you want.
For you youngsters, chitterlings came out of slavery. The master gave the slaves what he didn’t want from the pig. They were hungry and desperate for meat and learn how to make “lemonade out of lemons”. That’s how you got pickled pig feet, pig ears in beans etc.
Sort of, most European cultures had uses for pretty much every part of the pig too. My grandmother told me that when they finished slaughtering a pig there was nothing but the hair left ( I'm guessing that is a bit of an exaggeration). Even the blood was used for sausage. In fact a lot of the stuff that seems kind of disgusting generally made it into smoked sausages and you'd never know it eating it.
Facts but im still good. As a kid, I was at friend's house and I littlerally threw up over the smell and had to go home. My grandma's chitterlings never smelt that bad. Can't be around them since.
When my mother cooked them she would cook them in a pressure cooker for awhile. The aroma was about as bad as making a fish stock with shrimp heads. Eventually the odor goes away. Only my sister and mother enjoyed the chitlins.
Facts, Its all about the cleaning. If you can't clean em' to where they don't smell like fried ASS, then it's a hard No from me. Coz' I love me some chittlin' with either mustard or hot sauce!!!!
It's a very long time for me but Being from the south/Mississippi I've eaten chitterlings before but the way mom made them the whole Damn pot would be gone😂😂😂Can't eat EVERY WOMAN chittlins 😌😌😌😂😂😂 but this my guy here Lmmfao ALWAYS on point💯💯💯
@@beemonique8466 lol ikr that's an art too that even tho the smell is AWFUL😷😂😷😂😌😂 but combined with those potatoes, onions ,green peppers and whatever else had everyone going in😜😜😜can't lie i didn't like it at first but then added hot sauce hmmm😋
Just like tripe. It always pisses me off when people say tripe is disgusting, like, yeah bitch- steak would be disgusting too if you just threw it on a plate with the fur still attatched. Learn to prepare food before complaining about it.
Wait. As a white woman born and raised in Texas, i always thought sweet potato pie was more of a blanket southern Thanksgiving staple. My mom and her mom, etc., made it every year. I never ate it, though, because I don't like sweet potatoes (or pumpkin).
Oooh, I’m sure WITH you on that chitilin tip! From the first time my mother opened up a tub of them, I said “Aw, HELL no!”. And (50) years later, I *still* don’t eat them. 🤭👎🏽
Ok...first of all..I DEMAND sweet potato pie. Patti Labelle and I are gonna have a conversation because I am now addicted. And candied yams my mom saw a grandma making her candied yams. Jeeessuuuusss. And this grandma said "My pie is better than Patti LaBelle's"!!! If there was a way to have an IV and put candied sweet potatoes in there I would be in a diabetic coma. So I can gorge myself on the main stuff, feel like I'm gonna throw up, but I see the pie....it's about to go down.
May I ask black people how you guys cook that? I am from Argentina and we eat chitlins but we barbacue them. so they actually smell tasty not nasty. Once they are on the grill that is :)
I am James F JR... I saw Gary Owen First. In Movies and on Black Sitcoms. He always makes me laugh. He knows what it is to deal with Black People. It is Good to have Whites that really understand. He would Get Tyler Perry Movies. Lol 😂😆. Peace to you all. God Bless You.
I'm mixed and I can't stand bland food that my white mom thinks is fine. I need to get an invite to a real black barbecue so I can eat food that doesn't taste like cardboard. She's also a health nut so it only makes it worse.
Po' thing. Are U a teenager (u sound like i did back then)? How about start cooking some different things (healthy also). I'm sure ur loving mom who wants to b around for a long time with you will love & appreciate it. Utube it. I'm not a cook but I'll search in a hot second. Who knows, U could b a chef under that complaining. All typed w LOVE. Please READ it that way! 🤗
I agree with ☝🏾. Yes, learn to cook because everything needs a bit a salt and some seasoning! I dont cook with alot of salt or I use sea salt/pink Himalayan salt because sodium will kill you but everything you like to eat has a bunch of salt in it so 🤷🏾♀️ However, I keep onion, garlic, lemon pepper and Italian seasoning in my kitchen. I detest seasoned salt. The thing about seasoning is, a little goes a long way and you can always add more.
Oh, no! Gary Owen is FUNNY!! I AM neither white, nor married to a white woman. However, my life partner has made macaroni and cheese from a box, and I just look at him and say, "Oh, that's supposed to be macaroni and cheese. OK, enjoy, baby!" He loves it, and I love him, but me not eating that.
@@sharebeartay South GA here and have them on roadside stands and gas stations. Never knew they weren't out there like that when I started traveling the world. But guess that's why white people can cook down here too because I learned my BBQ skills from an d black man that was like my dad to me. I miss him more than some of my actual fam