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I was raised eating pig feet. Some folks call 'em pig knuckles, or trotters.
We cook 'em in a pressure cooker to speed up the process because they need a LOT of cooking to be tender. There ain't a lot of meat there but what is there is mighty good. Mrs Hoot don't care for them as she ain't fond of the jiggly parts. All they need is some salt and pepper. When I get done, there is nothing left but a pile of sticky bones. I reckon they ain't everybody's cup of tea but I like 'em.
Good luck with the pie and let us know how it turns out!
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