That was on the menu at Huck Finns in Pigeon Forge. I had the catfish. Excellent restaurant if you go there. They brought the "vittles" first. Beans, slaw and a basket of hush puppies for appetizers.
When I was a child, the whole family would gather at my Grandfather's farm for a hog butchering. I especially loved the pig's tongue. My Grandfather ate everything but the oink. We are Hungarians, and made some things that would seem strange to you all.
Miss Targets, my first husband was Hungarian and I remember sitting in his folk's backyard and putting a bacon type meat on a stick and letting it drip over the open fire onto bread. I think he called it Sultana, have you ever heard of it?