I am a fifth generation Chicagoan, and my husband’s family has been in Kentucky at least that long.
Our kitchen looked like a scene from Dexter, but far more disturbing than anything the writers for the Showtime series ever came up with. Maybe I should have expected it to play out like this, but that particular morning, as my brother-in-law Mike and I were plotting how the evening would proceed, it just didn’t occur to either of us. Turns out, in hindsight, that a gallon of pig's blood is a lot of blood.
And my daughters were covered in it up to their elbows, laughing uncontrollably.
Celebrities are just like us. They do laundry! They buy new shoes! They start Instagram accounts dedicated to reviewing sausage!