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Kerrlaw -> RE: Kerrlaw Convenes Court (4/26/2008 8:35:35 PM)
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ORIGINAL: bluestone
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there are boiled peanuts in the Lion's Den.
The Lioness is picking up the tab. Go at'em.
I hate Tab. Can I have a Dr. Pepper?
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ORIGINAL: phosadaud
But how can you eat a hamburger without ketchup? Isn't that a sin... somewhere? [8D]
I never add ketchup to a hamburger at home, but like it when the fast food place puts it on (which almost all do).
It was quite a novelty to us when McDonalds came to Knoxville. I remember my parents taking me there for the first time. We were amazed at ketchup on a burger.
BTW: I do not eat ketchup on eggs, I can take it or leave it with french fries, and if I eat hog brains they are doggone sure gonna have a lot of ketchup on them.
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ORIGINAL: bluestone
pork brains and scrambled eggs are a Southern thing.
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ORIGINAL: robertyork
We were POOR when I was a kid. I remember the days of hog killing, as James said the only thing we didn't eat was the squeel. My granddad, as quick as the hog was hung up, cut the head off and started cleaning it. He had brains & eggs for breakfast. My grandmother would take all those parts, head, feet, heart, etc and put them in a pot and boil them all day. They she would take all the meat and grind it up and make what we called press meat. (If you're from the North it's called scrapple). We always had fried liver & onions. Fresh tenderloin fried for breakfast with gravy and biscuits. Hams, shoulders and side meat was smoked in smoked house and then salt cured. Left to hang in the smoke house. Took all the scraps, trimmings and made sausage. The sausage was put in sacks and hung in the smoke house also to cure.
Those were the good ole days.
Excellent summary Bobby. You described it just like my father did. The desription of your grandparents sounds just like what mine did. There was a smokehouse in the back yard.
In addition the women rendered lard, didn't they? Big old black kettles. I still have one of my grandmother's.
Is what you call press meat the same as souse meat?
My father loved hog brains and scrambled eggs after hog killing.
Personally, I ran to the back room of my grandparents house and cried during hog killing. Sort of a male Clarice child - Silence of the Pigs.
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ORIGINAL: Billboy
I was never a fan of brain sandwiches, but the generations preceding me considered them a real treat. I think that beef brains were considered to be superior to pork brains, but I remember seeing scrambled eggs and brains fixed as a breakfast dish. When I was young I would ride to the Evansville stockyards with my Grandpa in a farm truck, taking a load of cattle or hogs to market. The highlight for me, besides sharing quality time with my grandpa, was that we always went across the street to the Stockyards cafe and he would get a brain sandwich and I would get a sausage sandwich (big, served on a hamburger bun)...
I love that story Bill.
Now I'm craving a big sausage sandwich.
Except I would feel guilty because I'm [sm=widecry.gif] over Sony eating webbed cereal and wormy rice.[sm=crystreams.gif]
I'd feel better if you gave her my share of the hog brains.
Whew! Am I caught up on the food topics?
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