Bull-fuck

[…] the jury was out for only three hours, including a one-hour intermission for lunch (chitlins and poke sallat? winnies and coke? hot plates with bull-fuck gravy?), and their verdict was Guilty.

[...] gravy, which the kids call bull-fuck, and they take half shares of yours when you refuse it. At mid-day, a trusty brings sowbelly and grits, more bull-fuck, and they split that too. In the afternoon , you're taken before a[…]

[He pointed] at a bowl of flour gravy, and he said, 'Pass the bull-fuck.' He was still there at that table, you saw, still hearing the same paralyzing phrase: it was an abomination still scrawled on his mind. 'Pass the bull-fuck,' Lynn said again[…]

"Huntanpeck, make a bullfuck," Sergeant Lotumi told me one day. [He demonstrated how to make it.] He took the wire beater tool from me and stirred the stew as he poured in the mixture. Shortly the results became apparent. I watched the stew become thicker. The sergeant looked at me and smiled and said to me, "Soldier, that is what's known as a bullfuck!” I laughed[…]