The Blackangel
Resident Sociopath
- Nov 3, 2018
- 252
I remember that we would take the tenderloin from the first hog we butchered and send it straight into the house where the women and little kids were and they would slice it up and get started fixing a meal. The work was grueling, but so worth it.
And with the cracklins, don't even consider buying any in the stire, because that is nothing but an obscene insult to those of us who actually know what they are.
And with the cracklins, don't even consider buying any in the stire, because that is nothing but an obscene insult to those of us who actually know what they are.