There are certain foods, mostly ones from my youth, which produce a violent reaction in my brain. It most likely is not how they taste, some of them I have never eaten. Some trigger memories of events I would rather not remember. Pig’s feet for example, reminds me of walking into my grandmother’s kitchen to see her and my mom chewing on pig’s feet. To my impressionable mind it looked like a scene out of a horror movie. They must have seen the shock on my face because my mother asked me what I was doing. My only reply was to walk backwards slowly out of the room, fearing they would attack me if I was to turn around. Another one, brings me back to my brother’s birthdays. Mom allowed us to choose our dinner on our birthdays and my brother chose cabbage and wieners. This un-holy gathering of hot dogs and cabbage boiled in a tomato sauce would annually bring me to tears. I don’t know where my mother picked up this recipe but I think it is a staple of Satan’s kitchen. IF Satan were to release a cookbook, a bowl of this pungent stuff would be on the cover! I love my brother but I have no idea what made him like this stuff. It makes me question his sanity. Perhaps one day I will realize it is one of those acquired taste things like squid or kale. Or perhaps it and pickled pigs feet will be in my nightmares till the day I die!