kaptinkurtz
I disagree. Nothing comes close to the horror of stewed pigs' trotters. Especially when served not in a restaurant but at someone's house, when they have been slaving over a hot stove for hours to present you with this Basque "delicacy" and you can't play the Jewish card cos you just scoffed the delicious mussels they gave you as a starter. *shudder*

They don't contain any meat as such. Just a sort of glutinous, gristly, slimy, fatty substance. The smell alone was enough to make me retch. It was like eau d'abbatoir with a side helping of stench of death. I mean, normally if someone serves you something you don't like, you can eat some of it so as not to offend them. This was different. This was unfit for human consumption. If you'd put a gun to my head and ordered me to eat it, I wouldn't have been able to take one bite.

Did I mention that our hosts were naked? Yep, they were nudists. My pianist and I got served pigs' trotters by a naked arts councillor and his wife whilst on a recital tour of northern Spain. Beat that!

For ages after I got home, I constantly felt the need to tell people about the pigs' trotters in gruesome detail. I was genuinely traumatised by the experience. God they were horrible. I swear I'm not a fussy eater, I eat anything, but pigs' trotters are like death on a plate.
(grandmasterfluffles Come to my Armageddon party on, Mon 5 Mar 2007, 16:40, Reply)