the ebb - pork cracklins

I learned my culinary lesson of the day from Kroger - never buy those dry-ass, mealy, greasy pork cracklins in the crinkly 99-cent bags - ugh. The only other time I had had pork cracklins was from a Mexican grocery store somewhere on Buford Highway, direct from the butcher. I've had them on my mind lately, probably from watching too many Anthony Bourdain shows, but I cracked at the grocery store today - cracked for cracklin. Ugh, never again will I buy it from a non-ethnic grocery store!!!

In other culinary news, I had to go to my comfort fallback of making a load of won tons to stuff in my freezer. I threw out about a gallon of beans I made at the beginning of my unemployment (good lord, in January, maybe?) that I never touched once they entered the freezer because they turned out crappy before I froze them and I thought I would be able to revive them and zhuj them up with some better seasonings of something. Sometimes you have to give up, and I needed to reclaim the tupperware it was occupying, so to the trash they went.

Unemployment has caused me to eat compulsively all day long as I surf the interweb looking for jobs. I've started working out in the morning to counterbalance the five meals a day I'm eating so we'll see how that goes.