Yeah, they're kind of an acquired taste. Not everyone likes the texture. But this is good old fashioned soul food back home, feel good kind of food. I'm guessing you never had Chittlings before, have you?
[Jane pouts, glances up in thought, then shakes her head.] Not that I can recall. At least, nothing like this. Washington isn't known for soul food, per say.
[She laughed and shook her head.] Most people don't bother cooking the intestines unless it's in natural casings for sausage. I prefer frying them myself. Takes a little of the funky out of them, but not too much.
mmm? Well yeah. Why waste perfectly good meat? We're rationing food after all, aren't we? Shame to not eat all the pig. You lose a lot of good meat that way.
[She just blithely continued on explaining soul food.] Oh, don't give me that look. See, back in the days when Americans kept slaves, they gave them the meat nobody wanted, and waste not, want not, so they figured out ways to cook it up safely and good. It's got a real homey taste. Mom and I used to cook things like this all the time to help costs. Usually had to cook this first, since the other meat kept better.
Well of course. Wouldn't be sanitary otherwise, now would it? [She giggled.] But you say that like this is the most disgusting thing you could ever eat. I could have been cooking cow dicks or pig's brains, you know. [The way she smiled as she took another bite?
Well, if you ever do, bite down on the spinal colum first. It wriggles a hell of a lot less then, and you want to start with the head, not the tentacles. It'll take forever that way. It doesn't hurt to work on your gag reflex eithe...
How is your gag reflex by the way? [Yeah, the look on her face? She's doing this on purpose now.]
Hmmm, we should probably not test it with my tail then? [She gave her a mean little look, winking.] Did I just guarantee I'm not cooking for you ever again?
A little when the table was working for me. I'm not in Hel anymore, so it doesn't. But I could only work with other worlds' stuff that was here, and I knew how to ask.
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[Yes, she was that cruel.]
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[Congratulations, Jane. You're eating pig intestines.]
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Blank stare at Sam.]
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Maybe a soft gagging noise.]
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For now, have a very pale, very scrunched expression as she tries to...well, not heave all over the plate at the thought. She doesn't want to be rude.
BUT INTESTINES]
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Don't worry. I cleaned it.
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I - I would assume you cleaned it...
[It's all she can manage to say. The topic of soul food is interesting, yes, but not the prettiest history by a long shot.]
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She knew how.]
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BLUH!! Please don't!!!!!
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Er...well...I suppose...?
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Guh...I'm, uh...sure it was. Can't say I'd...participate in irony of that nature...
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How is your gag reflex by the way? [Yeah, the look on her face? She's doing this on purpose now.]
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P-Probably as good as...a normal human's...
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[...That tail is getting a mighty sour look right now. Don't you twitch it towards her.]
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[Someone would have a field day with klingon food.]
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And...how often have you dabbled in...cooking...other worlds' foods?
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