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Mom also told me about a time, during her pregnancy with me, when she got into a large jar of pickled pigs feet and ate until she was "blowing hash" everywhere. She never touched them again after that experience. I guess, because of that, I have never been able to get even the smallest bite of pickled piggy paw in my mouth. LOL
This just came to mind. Napoleon's favorite "battlefield meal" was fried potatoes, not French fried, and onions.