Back on chicken butchering day we boiled up a big old tub of gizzards and livers. Dumped’em in the hog trough. Y’really haven’t lived until you ‘ve watched a pig dance while hot-mouthing a steaming gizzard.*
*Yes, I know we can eat them, pickle them, grill’em on a stick…but we had pails of the things. Plus if you put the chicken in the pig you get…pig. So we’ll eat them eventually.
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