tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19060161.post113617654947163217..comments2023-10-09T08:01:29.924-05:00Comments on Sorting The Pieces: On the menuCynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11641264346663533706noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19060161.post-1136256411818440422006-01-02T20:46:00.000-06:002006-01-02T20:46:00.000-06:00I can honestly say I have never hog jowl or ever h...I can honestly say I have never hog jowl or ever had it presented to me, and we were quite poor and in the South. The black eyed peas, yes, and oh how I hate them. I hate black eyed peas to this day, never liked one drop of them, give me a pinto anyday over a black eyed pea, and that includes with cornbread. My husband can make good greens, and there is nothing slimy about them, at least not that I notice. <BR/><BR/>We always did the cornbeef and cabbage thing, where ever that came from. Shrug.<BR/><BR/>Thank God for hot sauce, eh!Abadiebitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13131824336879869920noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19060161.post-1136252260152236822006-01-02T19:37:00.000-06:002006-01-02T19:37:00.000-06:00Hog jowls? I never heard of such a thing. Wow. ...Hog jowls? I never heard of such a thing. Wow. Just another reason to stay being a vegetarian....Virginiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04451139904242764009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19060161.post-1136235033452469302006-01-02T14:50:00.000-06:002006-01-02T14:50:00.000-06:00Reminds me of tongue. It wasn't necessarily a tra...Reminds me of tongue. It wasn't necessarily a traditional food, but Dad used to cook it all the time. And he didn't even have the grace to slice it up and THEN put it on the table. He'd just slap the whole damn disembodied tongue on a platter and set it in the middle of the table. I didn't know any better then, but when I think about it now, I nearly gag...Lisa :-]https://www.blogger.com/profile/02237889098638895390noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19060161.post-1136230537663250312006-01-02T13:35:00.000-06:002006-01-02T13:35:00.000-06:00I'm with Paula - ewww! I tried some blood sausage ...I'm with Paula - ewww! I tried some blood sausage recently - another ewww. I have to be honest, the haggis is not my favorite either. Nope, innards and odd bits don't really do it for me. I'll stick to my Trader Joe's hummus, thank you very much!<BR/><BR/>Happy New Year, Cynthia!<BR/><BR/>Love, VickyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19060161.post-1136223864043628742006-01-02T11:44:00.000-06:002006-01-02T11:44:00.000-06:00Okay, you did me in with the hog, and if I never e...Okay, you did me in with the hog, and if I never eat a blackeyed pea it will be too soon. But man, I love me some greens, cooked to absolute death with bacon or ham. Add a spash of tabasco, and I'm in heaven.jenniferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06495025947391158651noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19060161.post-1136223017425887822006-01-02T11:30:00.000-06:002006-01-02T11:30:00.000-06:00EEEK I can't imagine hog jowls. Some people love...EEEK I can't imagine hog jowls. Some people love them but I just can't do it. I am not a fan of collard greens. Just not something I want to taste.<BR/><BR/>However, I do like black eyed peas cooked very simple and not over dressed.SolitaryDancerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00302632945922791138noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19060161.post-1136216954609842762006-01-02T09:49:00.000-06:002006-01-02T09:49:00.000-06:00This reminds me of the scene in Angela's Ashes whe...This reminds me of the scene in Angela's Ashes when Frank is sent to the butcher to buy a hog's head for Easter. The embarrassing purchase is carried home hidden in a paper bag, but rain comes and all can see the shape of the poverty food that the McCourts are having for Easter Dinner.<BR/>Frank can't eat it until his father cuts slices from the cheek and places the head on the floor.Paulhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05566267303671253480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19060161.post-1136216773807294762006-01-02T09:46:00.000-06:002006-01-02T09:46:00.000-06:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Paulhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05566267303671253480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19060161.post-1136206586575467522006-01-02T06:56:00.000-06:002006-01-02T06:56:00.000-06:00Mmmmmmm Dixie Caviar, I love that stuff!Mmmmmmm Dixie Caviar, I love that stuff!~~Kath~~https://www.blogger.com/profile/08946903840842409534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19060161.post-1136179488950636822006-01-01T23:24:00.000-06:002006-01-01T23:24:00.000-06:00P.S. The other awesome detail is "Dixie Caviar." I...P.S. The other awesome detail is "Dixie Caviar." I'd actually like to have that recipe, though I generally think black eyed peas taste like goat pellets. Oh, and D's mom asked me today if I'd eaten any sauerkraut today for good luck--a German tradition. I told her I'd rather have bad luck all year than eat sauerkraut. (I'm not TOO picky, am I??)<BR/>PAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19060161.post-1136179339317352862006-01-01T23:22:00.000-06:002006-01-01T23:22:00.000-06:00Ewwwwwww!Living down south for as long as I did, t...Ewwwwwww!<BR/>Living down south for as long as I did, there were some foods I came to adore and still occasionally crave--though it's really hard to find 'em GOOD this far north. I adore fried catfish and I completely love sweet potato pie. I've made it myself, and rather well, but no one else cares for it so I usually don't bother. I missed it this Christmas. The southern vegetables though, I must say, always pretty much grossed me out for the slimy-chewy reasons you explained so well. The rough equivalent up north is Amish food. Amish often cook similar veggies similar ways. It was the teeth in this entry, though, Cynthia, that really got me. The teeth. EWWwwwwww!!!<BR/>Paula<BR/>;)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com