My grandpa always had a large jar of pickled pigs feet in the refrigerator. It would gross me out so much, I'd close my eyes when I opened their refrigerator door and just grope around for what I wanted. Talk about unsightly....pickled pigs feet are #1 in that category.
My dad often had pickled pig's feet too. I didn't eat it often because the idea of it grossed me out but if I could avoid looking at it, or thinking about it, it didn't taste bad. It reminded me of the county fairs, where they'd have (hopefully fake) pickled babies with two heads and other strange things in jars.
Don't be too sure about it being fake. When my daughter was lookaing at Dental Schools for her graduate work one University we looked at was Northwestern in Chicago...she would have loved to go there but it was very expensive but we looked anyway. They took us on a tour and part of it was the autopsy room or class. Besides a cadaver being there ....only the top part because dental students didn't need the bottom half. There were jars of babies that were miscarried and there were some with horns growing from their heads and all sorts of horrible things and they were real. I think Ive told this elsewhere on here but it fits here also. The cadaver was an older man....
I went to one of those once as a kid at the fair and it gave me nightmares for weeks. And yes, "pickled babies" was exactly what the show was referred to in the business. My grandfather, who spent a few years doing an electric man act in the circus sideshow, had told me that they were a combination of real and fake.
Okay, my pickled eggs are done. I just had one, and it wasn't bad. It wasn't what I was looking for, but it's certainly edible. However, the ones at the gas station are better. Next time, if I don't use an entirely different recipe, I think I'll use only a half an onion and not as much ginger. Or maybe I'll just buy some from the gas station.
Haha...I think he went back to Ohio when Pickles was a puppy. Or was that the second time he went back? My memory is fuzzy on those years. I know he moved in with me about a year after my husband died...we were together a couple years ...then we separated and he went back to Ohio but begged to come back and I let him but it didn't work so he finally left for good but I don't know when, lol Maybe I blocked those years from my memory for a reason.
Changing the subject. The American sunnyside up egg is fantastic, something to die for with your toast If visiting England we cant cook eggs and they are so vile so do not have a fried egg over here.
I prefer fried eggs over medium, with the whites cooked but the yolk at least somewhat soft. If the whites are uncooked, I won't eat it.
I like my eggs with the yolk runny and the white cooked and not snotty. If the white is a little crispy, I don't mind but I don't like the yolk to be solid at all. That's a hard boiled egg and another thing. Then I like it well done. I don't like my scrambled eggs well done either...just to the point that they are cooked and fluffy...not dry.