Bucket o' brains. "Selected" brains. We wouldn't want to eat just any ol' brains. Maybe these were the Beethovens, DaVincis, Einsteins, or Zuckerbergs of the pork world.
I've lived in "the south" for almost 6 years now, and it still tickles my funny bone and repulses me at the same time when I find things like this at the grocery store. When I walked over to refrigerated meat case full of buckets (I think it's just wrong to buy meat products in a plastic bucket) I was intending to take a picture of the chitterlings (?!?). Then I discovered these treasures. I was almost tempted to buy it, just to have a peek inside. I'm grateful I resisted temptation.
I'll save the chitterlings (?!?) post for another time.
4 comments:
Oh! GROSS! DOUBLE YUCK! my security word reminded me of the Polly Anna movie we watched!
......barf!
That is super gross.
I think I need to look at a map more often...I didn't even know that your state was in the south! Maybe I need to go back to school.
Oh, yes. We tried to secede from the U.S.
Yes, your Ancestors were southerners!
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