Wait, WAIT!!! Chorizo is lovely, delicious Mexican sausage, very spicy, but as far as I know, not the repository of all parts piggy. However, menudo has chicharones in it, which is tripe, which is pig intestines, which I could never face regardless of how great my friends said it was. It is greatly touted as a hangover remedy, but the idea of eating anything even close to pig intestines the morning after the night before made me want to hurl.

Scrapple is basically a heart attack on toast. My father would sneak it into the house every now and then and serve it to us as a great delicacy. My mother never went along with the program however, and said we might as well eat a whole stick of butter as a bite of that stuff. I remember liking it a great deal, however -- whether because it was actually that good (we lived in Oklahoma -- was the scrapple likely to be authentic?) or because my Dad thought it was great and my Mom hated it, I don't know.

What's poutin, Clinton?

ww, who had tofu with peanut sauce for dinner, thank you very much ...