Head cheese is killer.
My grandparents did a hog and sausage every year. I remember when I was about 9 my uncles couldn’t figure out which ammo to use to shoot it (I know now it was a 22). My grandfather had spent hours sharpening his jackknife and said “We don’t need a gun.” He straddled that hog, grabbed it under the jaw and slit it from ear to ear. Gawd, that hog made a racket!!!
I was still dating my first wife when we did our last hog. She saw them cutting up the meat, walked into the dining room and saw a large pan with a tee towel over it. She lifted the towel and had the hog’s head staring back at her. I still remember the yelp she made.
