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My grandfather was a rural mail delivery person, and during the summer months I sometimes rode with him on his delivery route. His delivery customers would often give him presents, usually something from the farm, such as eggs, produce, and whenever hogs were slaughtered, cracklins. I remember the greasy pork skins in an invariably greasy paper bag. They were a big favorite with my family in the early 50's, but how they would compare with crispy fried turkey skins, I would hesitate to guess. http://www.deltablues.net/cracklin.html
Hey, you guys. Listen. Do you think if you fed turkeys a steady diet of bacon that it would improve the flavor of turkey skins even more? Of course, it would probably be easier to feed pigs turkey skins and then go for that turkey-skin flavored bacon. And don't be going all Turkey Bacon on me because that stuff is not bacon and I'm not even sure it's turkey. It's Tacon. It's Burkey. And it's about as appetizing as those names.
Eeeewwww! That turkified pseudo-bacon is really awful. It's like cardboard soaked in grease, but less flavourful.
Now, beyond simply munching on crispy brown turkey skin, my other sinful delight is the pope's nose: that bit that is dark crispy brown skin on the end of the bird that is just plugged full of a savoury sausage and bread stuffing. I confess that I have no control with this stuff and will pig out on it till I can barely breath. Who needs meat?
(oops! damn! I gained fifteen poiunds just thinking about it! )
djm
I'd rather be atop the foothills than beneath them.
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STOP THIS THREAD RIGHT NOW THIS MINUTE!!! I'm 8 weeks into Weight Watchers, and I'm just dying for some fried chicken. BTW, a fried chicken breast is over 1/3 of my daily quota. A basket of 10 Buffalo wings IS my daily quota. The only thing keeping me going is the quest for the holy grail, aka the cran.
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