Reply #4: Not my dad, but MrG's... My dad was actually a great cook.

[ScreamingMeemie]

But MrG's dad was not only culinarily challenged, he was an alcoholic... which made for interesting meal times.

One time he got a deal on a barrel of pig's feet...yes pig's feet. They had pig's feet every night for weeks.

Another time, it was a bunch of perch that a friend had given him. Half breaded, half fried, eyes and heads still on.

And everything...EVERYTHING dumped in lard in the 12 inch cast iron pot that had been his Mama's. It's mine now and needed a good scrubbing when I got it. :)

My poor MrG. He laughs about it now. :) :hi:


And here's one on MrG. He once tried to make frozen fish filets for the kids while I was working. He saw it said 400 for 30 minutes and decided to crank up the oven to 500 for 15...voila! Quicker! Not... :rofl: