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| Now, Alicia, you know what hog maw is, right !??.......It's the same as cow maw..........AmStar and other canned good manufacturing companies process it and sell it as beef tripe.......... Beef tripe is the lining of a cow's stomach, so cow maw is cow stomach and hog maw is thus, hog stomach......... One might turn one's nose up in disgust at the apparent ghastly nature of such primitive cuisine, but a different light is shed up on the situation when you look at it from the perspective of Early Frontier Settlers......... These people endured hardship and scarcity of resources to the extent that they were forced to make use of every available means of sustenance ; plant, animal or whatever in order to merely survive.........They couldn't afford to discard, or waste, any portion of their meager provisions.........It's interesting how activities that arise out of necessity evolve into ritual and respected, even revered and loved traditions within the cultures to which they are particular.......It reminds me of the memoirs which my Grandmother kept during the time she resided in a then small and relatively unknown port towne called Panhandle Point.......She was, like most members of this quaint seaside community, poor.....She worked for a family of Irish immigrants who were the proprietors of a general store on Main Street...................During her half hour lunch break, my Grandmother would sit on the wooden bench underneath the awning at the front of the store with pen and stationary in hand to record the events of her surroundings....... Main Street was a dirt road as well as the favorite subject of my Grandmother's documentaion.......She watched the simple townsfolk battling their way thru the dust, heat and humidity that make up the environmental conditions so characteristic of the Florida Gulf Coast........She seemed, according to her writings, to interpret the present by almost reflecting upon the future with analogies involving the importance of the past in the lives of her fellow subtropical inhabitants.........One excerpt from her memoirs that is exceedingly exemplary of her method is about a day in the latter part of August, a time still referred to as "dog days", when a group of young men came shouting up Main Street............they were towing a wagon which was carrying a cargo that appeared to be a seaweed laden barrel overflowing with slithering eels and crabs and shrimp of every shape and size ~* |
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