Somebody please tell me: What the hell is wrong with me? (by the way: Ponticelli, come on up and help me eat these!)
And here, my friends, is why, although I grew up with a Jewish family who ate things like tongue, ground up chicken livers, and head cheese.....and even though I married into a "Philly" family of Scrapple and Pork Roll eaters, I will not be eating Chitterlings:
Chitterlings (often pronounced /ˈtʃɪtlɪnz/ and sometimes spelled chitlins or chittlins in vernacular) are the intestines and rectum of a pig that have been prepared as food
Care must be taken when preparing chitterlings, due to the possibility of disease being spread when they have not been cleaned or cooked properly. These diseases/bacteria include E. Coli and Yersinia enterocolitica, as well as Salmonella. Chitterlings must be soaked and rinsed thoroughly in several different cycles of cool water, and repeatedly picked clean by hand, removing extra fat, undigested food, and specks of fecal matter because the part of the pig the 'chitlins' come from includes intestinal polyps and the last few inches before the pig's rectum.
So now that we have that out of the way, let's play "name that caption."
NO. MORE. BROCCOLI.
And here he is....wondering just where his broccoli disappeared to. If you enlarge this picture, you can see a) beautiful little eyes and eyelashes (we dont know where he gets these!) and b) what looks like dried up crap all over his face. But I promise its broccoli. And prunes.
Yeah. So the last few nights have been pretty cold. Kind of. So here is a picture I took at 6 this morning when I finished stoking the stove (it had been ten whole minutes since I last stoked it). Its like fighting a losing battle trying to keep the house warm when its 30 below zero outside. But I'm steadfast in my fight, and committed not to use any jihad oil. It is astronomical when I consider just how much wood we've gone through in the last week. This morning, neither one of the cars would start....and the Subaru actually didnt start at all. Its still sitting in the driveway. While I was bringing in wood tonight (a process which takes maybe ten minutes) I counted four (different) oil trucks crawling down our street. And we dont live on a very long side street.
And it looks like another huge snowstorm on Sunday....
6 comments:
I think that those pictures are of Charlie Goldsmith, and what do you know today is his birthday,,,,, what a resemblance....
I think that those pictures are of Charlie Goldsmith, and what do you know today is his birthday,,,,, what a resemblance....
I think Callum has Papa Goldsmith's eyes, he is so cute, it looks like he was so tired! Have you figured out what color his eyes actually are?
Ack Chitterlings! I tried these once in a real soul style joint in Syracuse (think painted on checkerboards and coke caps for checkers). I couldn't decide if the cook thought he'd play one on the white girl and peed in the pot, or if they were badly prepared, or if that's what they were supposed to taste like. ICK! Shoulda got the BBQ. Chitlins are now on my short list of foods I will not eat.
Oh, and that boy is georgeous... even with crappy looking food on his face!
Good god NO! Chittlins- No Thanks!
Oooooh grrrrrrrrross! Chris's dad used to tell me all the time that he wanted me to try chitlins, but once I found out what they were, there was NO WAY I was ever going to try them. People say that they really smell when you cook them, too. The pictures of Callum are adorable as always...hope you guys are enjoying your time together this weekend. You guys want to do dinner some night this week?
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