Chitlins, Pickled Pigs Feet, and Bush Bearings

The diversity of my job and life is pretty remarkable, though it's likely going to change. Take yesterday. I spent most of the morning supervising lay advocates in housing court, then we all went out to lunch for a working meeting. While it was officially a meeting, it turned into a long discussion about food, including arguments about the best way to make okra, the delicacy of pickled pigs feet, and how much you have to clean chitlins before boiling them in water and beer. I learned, in fact, that "you cannot eat everyone's chitlins" simply because you cannot trust how well the intestines were cleaned.

From there, I met with a bunch of attorneys to discuss technical details about landlord-tenant law. Sounds boring, but I actually like that stuff as well. Then, a discussion with my mechanic about transmission fluid and the right front end replacement of bush bearings and U joint. From there, home with my son, where he met one of the farmers and we got to talking about pregnancy checks in heifers, complete with gloves up to your shoulder.

I really shouldn't call them the 'farmers' anymore. though the husband is still back at the farm dealing with the sale of the dairy cattle. He wants to sell them to someone close to home so he can still visit them. Interesting.