I know that I missed last Sunday's Dawg posting, so today you get a two-fer. You've all heard me speak of Guillory's Fine Meats, and one of the things I almost unfailingly get is a sack of cracklins. Hard little fried pork skins that Southerners so affectionately love. Recently, I stopped by Guillory's to buy some roasts for Italian Beef, and sure enough, I bought a sack of cracklins.
Here, the dog is begging Milady for a treat.
Milady successfully resisted, but not for long. In just a few more seconds the dog had snagged a cracklin and was chewing for all he was worth.
Cracklins on an autumn afternoon. Ain't nothing like it.
2 comments:
Oh man, now you've got ME wanting cracklins... fat chance of that up here... sigh
Where's his face?
Good Lord. Get that dog a haircut.
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