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I'm Natalie. I was born in New Orleans and raised in Louisiana and Texas. I have a husband, Brian and four fabulous kids. We spent a few years working in Turkey (yes, the country), but we are currently back in Texas for a while.
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14 comments:
Oh Natalie, that is just wrong! I did notice though that they only had a pinch. Who thought of that? You, Brian, or the kids?
Hysterical! I thought it was so funny that each kid's taste was so miniscule but obviously enough to tell it was disgusting. Tell them I said thanks for saving me from ever tasting pickled pigs' feet for myself.
that is the funniest thing i've not read in a long time. kudos!
Those are some BRAVE children you have there. I certainly would not have indulged.
No words necessary! My stomach is turning a little bit now...
Are you paying them to taste this?
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I will never forget LISTENING to my dad and my grandmother eating pickled pigs feet. They got them out of a large jar at the butcher shop. Apparently they are all gristle because there was a horrendous noise when ever they dined on this haute cuisine.
That is so gross...I can't believe your kids even tried a teeny little bit. I would starve to death before I would even consider putting anything out of that jar in to my mouth!
The Mrs is a fan of them. I can take or leave them myself. If we were kids today we'd likely look the same as your tasters.
Just the thought of that makes me feel unhappy in the stomach. If I was the last kid in line to taste them... there is NO WAY I'd try it after seeing the other kids' reactions.
Oh, igh! Even when I was eating meat, I wouldn't have eaten those. You know, Natalie, some things were meant to be eaten!
Your kids are incredibly open to new taste experiences, shall we say.
And I just wanted to note that this post is fun to scroll through quickly in my feed reader. It's like a little flipbook of nauseated reactions.
I never get tired of these. What will you make them try next?
Most kids run to their mom when she brings home a bag of groceries. I have a sneaky suspicion that your kidlets run for the hills :)
For the next one, may I suggest head cheese?
Or maybe monkey brains? I think they're found next to the SPAM.
Ugh. I cringe every time I see a jar of those on the store shelf. I wonder if anyone, ANYONE even buys them??
I like your kitchen photo btw (last one). It makes me think of having a modern, large kitchen someday!
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