February 23, 2009
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We ate pigs trotters the other night.
Not my choice. Okay so, apparently (according to J) there’s a lot of really nice food I’m missing out on because I’m picky and I ‘eat with my eyes’ (great party trick of mine!). I don’t want this fussyness to be passed on to my child so I have agreed to try a few things so far. I’ve tried frogs legs in the past and loved them. The snails though, were a little hard to swallow. More recently I’ve tasted black pudding and prawn, and now pig’s foot. I hate them all. Yuck. I will try other things no doubt. Though I would have to draw the line at genitalia or grub, eel or still-beating snake heart! I’m eating more fish and other kinds of meat now – guinea fowl, grouse, poussin… little birds hacked in half and served up with the feet still attached. It’s when the meat/fish looks like it’s former self that I have a problem eating it. I hate having to pull bits of meat off the bone, and pick out fish bones from my teeth. With the trotter, I had to cut through the layer of skin and fat to get to the meat. Oh boy. At least J cut the toes off for me before he served it. That would have been too much. He has kept his own piggy foot bones, boiled them up, scraped the meat off, ready to glue it back together for a photograph. Ah, how I love his macabre charms!
Talking of trotters, my hands are so fucking itchy today. There’s been this normal pregnancy itchy belly thing for a while but today it’s my hands and wrists. I want to peel back the skin like gloves so I can get right to the meat inside. My nails are long but they need to be longer. I want claws or fangs or a beak. Something I can really use to dig with.
I have a LOT of xanga catching up to do!
Comments (5)
The horror! I was just telling someone else that I am REALLY unadventurous with food, and having seen the pig trotters I think I’ll happily stay that way…
I wouldn’t eat them!
I might try that, but I would never ever eat brains. No. Grossy-gross.
We call those “ham hocks” and boil them with beans.
Eel isn’t that bad. I’m super picky too and I somehow manage it. I have only had it Japanese-style though, on rice. Otherwise, I think I would be weirded out. Oh and I think it helps to not think about how it looked before you ate it (generally).