Last week's False Hock Emergency got me interested in the downstairs hock box again but I still haven't opened it. This is where the ham hocks live upstairs.
This is where they live downstairs.
SCARY!!
They've not been touched since I came on the scene. If we ever sell all those jars of hocks wedged between Rice-a-Roni and Prego Sauce Comma Huge then I suppose I will HAVE to open that box. I am confident that I will never have to open the box of pig feet.
Dan told me we used to have lamb's tongues in a jar as well. Ewwwwwwwwwwwww!! He said this guy from Connecticut would come once a year and buy the whole case. I guess he died becuase no one has ever been in asking me if we carry lamb's tongues in a jar. Which is a good thing becuase I ain't orderin' no lamb tongue. Unless, um, Dan tells me to.
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PIG'S FEET!!!
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I know, right? And imagine lamb's tongues? Actually, they would look pretty awesome on the shelf, all in a row, reveling in their gross-ness. I could imagine them partying on the shelf after the store was closed... dancing in the dark or going about scaring the other groceries with gross body part antics.
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