Snouts, They're What's for Breakfast...Not

So, in the interest of full disclosure and follow up, snouts turned out to be not as appetizing as I hoped. Strange, last night I was looking so forward to eating my hot souse for breakfast that I had to fight myself not to get out of bed for a midnight snack, but somehow when I woke up, my mood had changed to foreboding. I actually ate cereal for breakfast, but screwed up my courage for snouts for lunch.

Cutting slices from the souse log revealed big white gristly hunks. As it fried up, it disintegrated into a red, pasty, snouty mess. Served it with an egg on toast. Couldn't do it. Got a couple of bites in and, while not as disgusting as, say, tripe or brains, let's just say I determined I'm not a snout man, after all.