When we would butcher a beef, Mom would make a meal of bones.
She would roast a banner full of bones that still had good stuff on them.
4 of us sitting there putting a pack of dogs to shame. Gnawing the good
guts off those greasy bones. I loved it. Shiny hair, no strain sh--ts😁!
My family would have to be dang hungry to eat that now.
Wife was a town girl, daughters are just like her.
No fat, no cartilage, they refuse the eat meat from a bone.
Pork chop night, I get 3 bones to gnaw on before I take a chop from
the plate. That's ok. They give me the best part!
I like bones myself, but no one could compete with Mom when she was still with us. She would scrounge any bone from any plate (some from people's hands). I swear that she had some buried out in the yard for lean times.
