aunt bea and i were talking about how each christmas my mom would make chitlins and though i loved the taste of them with just the right amount of vinegar the smell when they were cooking was what i imagined hell would smell like aunt bea smiled and said child getting what you want sometimes […]

via chitlins at christmas… — Read Between the Minds

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