On Saturday we had a cracklin' cookout in the small town where my grandparents lived. My cousin Billy started with a big iron pot and some vegetable oil. Then he threw in about 75 pounds of pig fat that he had pre-cut into small squares. There's a lot of stirring involved and at one point he took out the cracklin with a slotted spoon the size of Texas and spread it out on a table to cool. While that cooled he began cooking whole chickens, liver, and french fries in all that pig fat. Then he returned the cracklin' to the pot and cooked it again. Apparently, this is what gives it its crunchy goodness.
|This is Billy on the left and my Uncle Jay on the right. They are very serious cooks.|
Here they are discussing how long the food needs to boil in oil. Not healthy, but hey, it's once a year.
|These are my 2nd cousins Eric, Brody and Tyler. Love these boys!|
|My godfather, Uncle Johnny and his pretty wife, Aunt Yvonne.|
They were both very close to my mom and did a lot for her when I couldn't be here.
|Ribbon snake. See the skink in the lower right corner? He kept antagonizing the snake,|
seemingly enjoying sneaking up on him.
|Five-lined skink. I loved the texture on the tree trunk.|
|Investigating. He passed on the red globs--whatever they were.|
|I think this might've been mama skink. She was watching two little ones very closely.|
Whew, so Saturday was a big day. Sunday will be discussed in tomorrow's post, but will be much shorter in length.