chitlins at christmas…

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 requires
that you
put up with
something
you don’t
enjoy