Hubby was born and raised in the rural south, and often expressed a nostalgia for picked pigs’ feet. I saw them once in Costco and got him a jar. That gallon jar lasted him a l-o-o-o-n-g, long time, and he had had more than enough of them when it was empty
At least I have a come-back when he makes rude noises about my fondness for Roquefort cheese,
Totally unnecessary. They could have waited until he was found guilty to announce it – and since he was not guilty of anything – just kept quiet about the entire thing.
My dad always said that if the Good Lord wanted cream and sugar in coffee, He’d have put it in the beans.