I fukked with chitlins hard as a kid but ONLY on Holidays cooked by either my grandma or my grandmas oldest sister. I never trusted anyone else's chitlins, that they were cleaned properly or prepared the way I liked it. With the hot sauce and rice, it was
But my grandma and aunt are gone so now the next generation got next in the kitchen.
For Thanksgiving this year, my cousin (in her early 40s) cooked chitlins this year and made me a plate. There was something off from just looking at it that had me like
I took one small bite out of and hit the

and scrapped the rest of that shyt in the
Tradition and nostalgia be damned. With the oldest ladies from my family gone, I think I'm forever done with chitlins brehs

My cousins must have gotten they recipes from youtube or something cuz that shyt I took a bite out of wasn't it
