Since my Dad is visiting I thought I would treat him to a favourite boyhood dish of his, something my Nan used to make for him, and which he has mentioned in recent years as being something that he missed. Trotters. Pigs feet.
I'll be honest I didn't really fancy trying one myself. I'm not squeamish when it comes to food AT ALL but I wasn't sure how it would turn out. And no one else wanted to try it! But my Dad really wanted one. So when I took him to my local butcher the other day I got one for him and promised I would cook it for him today.
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Hubby let me have his last disposable razor to shave the hair off :oD
So I boiled this thing up, broke it up as much as I could, and served it to my dad in a large bowl, with a second empty bowl for the bones, for his lunch today.
The rest of us had sandwiches.
And he LOVED it! Scoffed the lot and asked for the recipe. He said that it was even better than he ones his mum made when he was young.
I might actually try it myself next time.....