The next door neighbor had thrown a party and out in their backyard was a potful of, well, goat intestines! My family and I couldn’t offend the Pinoys, who offered a ladle-sized portion of this swill into our bowls.
The smell was profoundly that of unwashed ‘matter’ with the acidic taste of vinegar. All we could comment was, ‘Tastes good!’ But we chewed with our eyes filled with dry tears and swallowed each morsel until our bowls were empty.
Actually, it wasn’t THAT bad, only it smelled like the unwashed version of chicken adobo, I think.