Tried ‘em once. Same as Arty, they were made by an old black woman, the wife of a fellow employee (older fellow) in Memphis. Again, like Arty, I assume they were “good” as she had been making them all her life. The mistake I made was being around while they were being cooked. I was turned off to them before I even tried them, but I tried ‘em anyway. As far as I could tell, they tasted like they smelled while cooking. That was in the late ‘60’s and I’ve never had a reason to try them again. I’m adventurous and would normally give something like this a second chance, but I’ve never really wanted to. 🤨👎