I dated this girl in college, her family owned a farm just outside of Gainesville. One weekend (I guess after they slaughtered some hogs) they had a big ass cookout, and they made a whole mess of these. They're like pork rinds, only better.
After the cookout, we had sex in the barn. Love them country girls
"There is at least as much need to curb the cruel greed and arrogance of part of the world of capital, to curb the cruel greed and violence of part of the world of labor, as to check a cruel and unhealthy militarism in international relationships." -Theodore Roosevelt
I dated this girl in college, her family owned a farm just outside of Gainesville. One weekend (I guess after they slaughtered some hogs) they had a big ass cookout, and they made a whole mess of these. They're like pork rinds, only better.
After the cookout, we had sex in the barn. Love them country girls
They are real "pork rinds." The Pork Rinds you buy in the store are suppose to taste like these... some are closer than others and some are actually closer to this but with a lot of processing.
I remember growing up one of my best friends moms worked at a packing plant. She was originally from LA and knew all about cookin' some cracklins and use bring big boxes of extra skin home to make'em up every month or so... mmmm mmmm good. We didn't need any popcorn or chips at his house, we had fried pigskin with nice hardy layer of fat on it. Grab a bowl full of those and a Coca-Cola and we were ready for some football!
Man... reading that makes me want a big ole mess of 'em right now!
Marb
PS - Cank, I bet you've had some Cracklin' haven't ya?
"There is at least as much need to curb the cruel greed and arrogance of part of the world of capital, to curb the cruel greed and violence of part of the world of labor, as to check a cruel and unhealthy militarism in international relationships." -Theodore Roosevelt
Think of fried salt pork with the skin on, or very thick bacon. It's pretty good stuff hot and fresh. About 2 hours later the skin turns to leather as the grease soaks into it, the fatty part is a lot like a firm sponge soaked in rancid bacon grease.
Almost the whole Alabama side of my family in my grampa's generation died of heart disease. They ate everything but the squeal.
"Life is what happens while you're making plans for later."