Come on…confess. Get your secret liking of them out here.
Unless, of course, you really don’t.
Do you or don’t you like pickled pigs feet?
I just tried them for the first time last week. They are delicious. I just polished off another jar tonight.
The best ones still have the nails in 'em.
My father likes them, but not enough to buy a whole jar of them. He’s never been able to convince any of us kids to even try them.
I’ve seen them at the grocery store. Never seen anyone buy them. Neither has a cashier friend of mine.
I’ve never had one - and I’m guessing I will go to my grave being able to make that statement. 
same here… No way jose
Never had them pickled, but I recall eating boiled, seasoned trotters at a friend’s house. He was a huge fan of them. I thought they tasted more or less like boiled pork usually tastes, just shaped like feet. Good, but not worth the extra travel I’d have to do to get to a butcher that sells them.
I imagine the pickled ones would taste similar, only more pickly. In other words, probably tasty.
[del]I’d sooner eat the butthole.[/del]
Sorry, can’t say I’ve tried one.
I really am curious though… given that they’re an ‘unusual’ food choice, what compelled you to give them a go?
I have eaten them a few times, but admittedly it has been a while. Maybe I’ll pick up a jar this weekend. It’s one thing I’d be guaranteed not to have to share with my family.
Its called a Hot Dog.
I tried a jar when I was I Junior high school. I was always hungry and would have eaten just about anything out of curiosity at that age. It tasted like pickled pork, and there was lots of gelatine, collagen and bones. I didn’t like it enough to ever buy a jar of them again.
My favorite pickled pigs feet story:
I served as a cook with the 6th Air cavalry out of Ft. Hood, Tx in the early 80’s. We did a 3-week field exercise in Colorado. As we were getting ready to board the Chinook helicopters to fly back to Hood, an NCO opened a jar of pickled pigs feet. I’d already served breakfst that morning and he’d eaten that. Concerned for his gastric well-being, I voiced:
“Sarge, we’re going to fly back in a few minutes. I don’t think you want to eat that right now; it’ll probably come back up”.
“Max, I’m from Mississippi. I was raised on pig’s feet. You just worry about yourself”.
In a Chinook, the cockpit (front) end of the helicopter flies in a relatively straight line, while the rear end tends to get a lot more motion from turbulence. The crew chief seated this sergeant near the rear of the bird. We also made most of this flight with the back door open, so the rear of the bird got a lot of jet exhaust. After about a half hour Sgt. Pigsfeet was sweating and his complexion looked ashy. He was throwing those pigs feet and the good breakfast we’d cooked into a garbage bag for the next half-hour.
Growing up in TN/MS–we always had a jar of pickled pigs feet in the fridge. I haven’t had any in years, but it is sorta like what I have told my husband about food. As a child, I didn’t know I had the right to refuse any food served to me. So today, nearly 50 years later, I eat pretty much all kinds of food. Now I’m craving pickled pigs feet. mmmmm.
:eek: :eek: :eek: Ewww…
Ah, BMax, I never tire of hearing stories about the pitter patter of little feet as they hit the floor.
Ok, this is going to sound odd, but let’s say, just for shits and giggles, that I was going to go into Dominick’s and actually look for these things.
Where on earth would I look? What aisle?
Seriously - this is confounding me for some reason!
I’ll try anything once and they’ve always drawn some allure to me. Just a huge curiousity to what they taste like…so, on whim, I got a jar last week and tried it, totally prepared to throw the rest of the jar out if I didn’t like it.
But it was actually good! Very good in fact! You know how corn…on a cob… is corn on the cob (very obviously)? Well this is sort of like…bacon on a cob. Tasted pretty bacony…only with vinegar/pickled.
It was very surprisingly good. And believe me, I was always one who heard of it and thought “ew”, but then again, I figured “well, may as well try it once”.
It’s the same with frogs legs and escargot. I haven’t tried either of those yet, but I hope to someday.
In our store here, it’s in the same aisle as the sardines (which I also love, surprised?) and anchovies and corned beef. That kind of stuff.
I see them in the store all the time; not just the picked ones, but fresh ones in the meat department. They might be good with BBQ sauce. I’ve never had the least desire to try them, but maybe I will soon. (So far, the number of foods I don’t like can be counted on one hand.)
My mom loves them. I see that the Vermont Country store has them in their catalog; I might order a couple jars for her. I don’t know if I could bring myself to try them…
When I was a kid, my uncle owned a tavern in Bostoon (Roxburt). He had big jars of them behind the bar-lots of men ate them-they were a popular snack.
I always found them disgustion-they looked like lab specimens preserved in formaldehyde. They seem to be mostly fat and gristle.
Don’t ask me about pickled eggs!:eek:
You misspelled Chitterlings or Chitins (in the vernacular).