My dear Canadian friend Susanne asked me what chitlins are. While doing a search for a link to send to her, I found this.
People in the South can turn anything into a festival. Some things just should not be celebrated. Someone stop the madness!
The link to the Chitlin Festival also had this delightful little poem that cracked me up!!!
I am not a Chitlin' eater;
But a Chitlin' eater's son.
Someone else can eat de Chitlin's
'til de Chitlin' eater comes"
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Horrifying, isn't it?
I'm definitely NOT a chitlin eater.
No. Way.
Okey, dokey. Being a Hungarian background Canadian, pig's feet & cracklin's I get, but chitlin's. I think I'll pass. Thanks for the research anyway. :vD
Oh my...had to comment on this...
Where I grew up, we had the Chitlin Jamboree every fall. George Wallace, former governor of Alabama, often attended and led the parade through town.
We had a princess and queen and loads of fun booths that sold items and hosted contests.
There was a greased pole climbing contest and the highlight of the day: chitlin eating contest (nasty).
I could smell those chitlins cooking from my house. I'll never forget how gross it was.
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