April 20, 2016

Catania. October, 2015

When I was growing up, my mother used to eat pickled pig's feet. I remember what they looked like in the jars they came in. They resembled formerly living things preserved in formaldehyde on the shelves of a high school biology lab. As a child, I could never understand my mother's fondness for them. But now, as an adult...I still can't understand it.

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