I hear you. My dad was a menudo making wizard. If you think the finished dish smells bad, you’d hate it being cooked. We had a burner in the garage specifically so that dad could cook menudo outside of the house. Everyone loved the finished product. l didn’t really start to like it until my teenage years and now I can’t get enough. I guess it reminds me of dad.

A nice bowl of menudo is the magic cure down here. It coats your stomach and helps you rehydrate. It’s especially therapeutic if you’ve grow up with the stuff and have mentally accepted it is a cure.