Seeing these pork trotters in the grocery store yesterday (almost) made me want to stop eating meat. This experience may rival the time my mom ordered a full Cornish hen at a restaurant and I cried like the little kid I was and begged her not to eat it.
I was at the grocery store with my flatmate, Becca, and she told me that her dad eats stuff like that to gross her out. It made me feel a little better knowing that a native was also creeped out by the prospect of eating pig's feet.
I do love that name though, Pork Trotters. Sounds like a basketball team composed only of heavy set people.
hahahaha. Hilarious!
ReplyDeleteI see that you figured out the computer/phone glitch.
Liza, I loved your basketball analogy. Things will get better/worse, depending on your point of view. Look out for tongue, potted head and tripe, to mention just a few! You can do a whole butchers' shop segment!
ReplyDeleteYou are going to have such a good time there.
Hahaha! So true about the basketball team!
ReplyDeleteAnd I love the name Dodgy for your blog by the way!
Sitting at my desk right now reading this and the kids are looking at me funny because I am laughing out loud! Loved the basketball analogy!
ReplyDeleteCreated a google account for this, looking forward to more posts
ReplyDeleteyou can probably do a great mc danger imitation of my response to this:
ReplyDelete"eww that is so gross"
hahaha