(June 29, 2023 at 9:32 pm)Fireball Wrote:(June 29, 2023 at 8:29 pm)Tomato Wrote: Granted, I've never ventured to eat it, but the boyfriend loves pig's feet.
My mother grew up on a farm, and her dad died when she was 12. She grew up on pickled pig's feet, pork hock, watermelon rind pickles, etc. She told me about going to school with only mustard on bread for lunch. We had pickled pig's feet and watermelon rind pickles growing up. Yech. Ate 'em, we were poor.
My grandparents were like that. The two that stick out are blood pudding (pig) and carp soup made by pressure cooking so all the little bones would crunch. I could go on about the critters but I don't feel like typing that much. Their three daughters (mom) had pet racoons, caught when gramps killed the mother, he'd then pull their canines. Eventually they would be on the dinner table.
Being told you're delusional does not necessarily mean you're mental.
