Odd, so did I. I once had an ex-father-in-law that would eat those things along with pickled boiled eggs. His flatulence would flat run you out of the house! After the wedding he was never invited to our place. Which wasn’t much of a problem as the marriage only lasted 16 months.
Now my mountain granny considered freshly butchered pig brains an absolute delicacy! She would purchase two young shoats in early Spring and feed them out until it got cold enough in the fall to butcher them. She used as much of each pig as she could. We used to say Granny used every part of a pig but it’s tail and it’s oink! But it’s all she knew. Trust me, you’ve never turned so ‘green around the gills’ as when you’ve walked into yer grandma’s kitchen and discovered a wad of bloody pig brains lying in a cereal bowl! She loved to mix them into scrambled eggs and feast on them. I don’t recall her ever eating chitlins but she lived thru both World Wars so it would not surprise me. She hand-milked 3 cows twice a day, hand-churned her own buttermilk and butter, raised an acre garden, and raised 9 kids-all on a working cattle farm-practically by her self until she couldn’t do it any longer. I could probably write a book about her. She was indeed, one of a kind and I miss her terribly...
Your granny sounds like an amazing woman!