J E B Stuart
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There's also certain soul foods. In that regard, the all-time delicacy is chitterlings a/k/a chitlin's.
A few years ago, my good friend T-Bone invited me to his grandfather's 100th birthday bash. The family rented a large building in town and it was a big event with well over 400 mostly family members in attendance. BTW, T-Bone is black and, by my best count, I was one of maybe four people of caucasion persuasion in attendance.
Prior to the big feast, there was much entertainment, which concluded with a few blues guitar numbers provided courtesy T-Bone and yours truly. When we played our last number, the people began getting in line to fill their plates.
Well, T-Bone insisted I take a seat and his sister filled my plate for me and brought it to the table. When she brought it to me, most everything on my plate looked familiar (fried chicken breast, candied yams, fried okra, hot roll), with one exception--right in the center was a pile of what looked like steaming hot, pale grey broad and flat pasta, or noodles.
Of course, I knew what the steamin' hot pile was. Grinning from ear to ear, T-Bone and several of his kin sat and watched for my reaction as I ate the chitlin's. Oh, and it was a very large helping, too.
I managed to choke 'em down, with the help of generous douses of Tabasco Sauce, keeping a straight face the whole time. When I finished, however, I politely declined their offer for seconds.
Oh, just in case you didn't know, chitlin's are boiled hog intestines. To this day, my stomach gets kinda queasy just thinkin' about it. Amen.
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