With you on the pig's trotters.
Bought some once to try them, boiled the fuckers for three solid hours and (on retrieving them from the boiling beige scum and shuddering at their rubbery paleness) fried them until they were crispy, but no amount of processing could disguise the fact that they were completely devoid of food.
( .Yeti. El amor en los tiempos del cólera, Tue 29 May 2012, 16:06, Reply)