I meant to take pictures throughout this whole process, but then, I just didn't. Starting a thread seems kind of lame, and i figured this was a good place to post this given the make due with what you've got nature of this thread.
15 years ago or so I was talking with my grandma about pregnancy cravings. She's from Iberia parish, la, and grew up in the 30s, so I figured whatever she was craving when pregnant with my mom was pretty unusual. As it turns out, it was picked pigs feet. I had a good laugh, as I would have no idea what it tasted like to then crave it.
A few years later I bought a jar for fun to share with her. It was hormel, it was awful and she agreed.
So this Christmas I thought long and hard about what to get her. She's always tough to buy for, as she has everything she needs. So I decided, fuck it, I'll try and make her pickled pigs feet. I'll see her this weekend to find out if they too suck. Either way, I'm looking forward to giving them to her and getting to try them with her again.