The Good Word on Pork RindsWe all had a superior 4th of July in Missouri, especially the shortest member of the family. My uncle got us box seats to a farm-league ball game and my cousins set off some alarmingly big fireworks. That is how they do in the MO. And of course the food was great. My cousins actually made their own orange-infused, ho-made marshmellows for ho-made rocky-road ice cream (more on this see PurpleHouseDirt).
Another notable comestible was born in a moment of whimsy when a day-old, half-eaten bag of pork rinds happened to be sitting on the counter next to the bowl of excess hollandaise sauce. The newest addition to the Comfort-Fusion pantheon.
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