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Originally Posted by MysticCat
People who couldn't afford to waste any part of an animal.
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That's it right there.
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Originally Posted by Low C Sharp
But it's pretty ignorant to imagine there's a distinction between things that you don't like and things that are objectively so gross that they shouldn't even be sold. Your preferences are just that and don't count more than anyone else's.
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My parents grew up poor in the 1920s and '30s way, way up in the mountains of North Carolina. Both on farms. No McDonald's down the road, no pizza on call. My mom was one of 8 kids. You ate what was put on the table and were glad to have something - anything - to eat.
The parents both enjoyed pickled pigs feet, brains with scrambled egg. They crumbled their cornbread into milk and craved buttermilk on hot summer days. Mom would often talk about grabbing a chicken out in the yard, wringing its neck and all the rest for fried chicken - that was a special dinner! She would yearn for fresh squirrel, which her daddy or uncles would kill out in the woods.
I still marvel that she would feed us, about once a week or so, slices of fried fatback with the rind on one side.
Yes, that was our meat for the night, with fried cabbage, diced and fried potatoes and biscuits or cornbread (made with bacon grease).
I later learned that very, very few people ate like that, even in the South.
My dad and I would enjoy a snack of potted ham on crackers. Potted ham is a step below deviled ham!