Chittlins–when I was 18, I came from Calif. to Oklahoma for the summer. There was a lady who worked for my Aunt, cooking etc. Lord how she could cook! We butchered a hog and there was nothing lost but the squeel. Like I said, at age 18, worked all morning bailing hay. When we asked what was for dinner, Mrs. Bell said "Chittlins" we asked what was chittlins? She told us to shut up and eat You did not argue with Mrs Bell! We ate, it was good, that was my first and last time to eat chittlings.