Hilarious. My Grandma always had a jar or two of pigs feet on the shelf. As kids we would laugh in disgust every time we would see them. She would say something like you will try them someday. No. No we won’t Grandma. And we never did!
When we had lots and lots of local and there were all manner of slaughter houses and butcher shops, the butcher shops that had a retail space always had a jar of pickled cow eye balls on the counter.
