There I was at the Fiesta Mexican food market, standing at the meat counter and I thought, “There’s really nothing keeping me from buying a pound of pig skin.” The pig skin was cut into perfect pink squares. There was some dimpling, apparently from someone having hit it with a tenderizing hammer at some point.
Tag: pork
A brief wrap up of the pork bellies and pork skins that have found their way under my skin and into my belly.