In article >,
Melba's Jammin' > wrote:

> In article >,
> "Bob (this one)" > wrote:
> (snip) I went
> > inside to get more stuff; I wasn't hungry, but he was. We sat out there
> > for a good hour, eating, talking, laughing. I had one of my guys wrap up
> > a good package of food for him, including maybe a dozen feet. Later, the
> > kitchen folks said they'd dropped $25 in the bag, too. My kitchen
> > manager said, "And we only took $10 out of the register to put in
> > there." Wonderful day...
> >
> > > You heathen! Oh, wait -- that's
> > > probably me.
> >
> > Um, prolly both of us.
> >
> > Pastorio
>
> Good story. As kids on the farm we used to fight over the feet and you
> should hear Sister Julie when I tell her I've bought some. Envy Green.
> I'm thinking of telling her about the place a mile from her that sells
> them. Nah, maybe another time. I had some pictures - ok, I found them
> and just stuck them back on my website. These are pics of uncooked
> feet. When we were kids we used to pull the tendon that makes them flex
> and pretend we were going to claw each other. Simple pleasures, simple
> times, simple-tons.

Look delicious to me... ;-)
The one on the right nees a bit of skin picked off tho'. <lol>

Still got a 2 lb. package in the freezer. Might make more today!

Cheers!
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Om.

"My mother never saw the irony in calling me a son-of-a-bitch." -Jack Nicholson