The listeners have landed.
I don't want to repulse anyone, so if you're not interested in seeing the package above unwrapped, skip the rest of this post.
As promised, the pig ears -- to be used in David Tanis' pig ear salad from Platter of Figs -- were waiting at Mill Valley Market's butcher counter.
Punk butcher: This is so cool, I'm so glad you ordered these. I'm going to take the extras to use in my blood sausage. You cook 'em for a long time and they turn all creamy
African-American butcher: Are you going to fry 'em?
Me: No, braise them and make a salad.
African-American butcher: Anything with the pig is good.
Older butcher: It's funny, I've never, ever seen one of those before.
Me: It is my goal in life to bring interesting new experiences to everyone I meet.
You got me. I didn't really say that. I just took the pig ears, got some olive oil and lentils, paid the cashier, and drove home.
You've been warned, squeamish ones. Here are the listeners:
They look much ickier in the photo than they do in life. I have since salted them heavily and put them in a bowl, where they will sit for the next several hours.
'listeners'. i love that. did you come up with that or is that a common usage that i just don't know? and you had me for a minute thereon the fake comment from you in response to your butchers. i read it three times thinking, really? she said THAT? then i read the next sentence. good foolin! and gross listeners! and it's a sign of owen's particular and lovely character that he will probably forgive you tomorrow already for that trespass. bacon salad?? that is just wrong. i would take a least a week, maybe even a year.ReplyDelete