I enjoy a good snack. Most of the time, I limit my snacks to a
couple of nice salty chips or a bit of ice cream late at night. During the day,
I'm more likely to grab a couple of nuts, almonds or pistachios are my go-to
treat.
While we were in the UK, we found ourselves on a quest for candy
and snacks.
The kids had been introduced to English candies when they were
growing up. The mother of one of their friends was English and she would take
her children back to the UK every year or so. When they would return home, they
always brought an ample supply of their favorite candies to share with friends.
The kids had asked for us to bring back a couple of specific
candies, especially something called “Refreshers.”
I decided, in my usual casual style, to do a bit of research on
English snacks and candies. Armed with what I learned watching Youtube reaction
videos, I assembled a list of must-try items. Refreshers were at the top of the
list.
Helpful clerks offered up all kinds of odd replacements, including
one who tried to sell me an automotive air freshener.
A small sample of the treats we came home with |
Even though we couldn’t find the Refreshers, we did find almost
everything else on the list. At one fuel stop, I spied a bag of pork
scratchings.
I hate to admit it, but I was a fan of pork rinds way before they
became the darling of the keto world. In the 1980’s I was introduced to the
crispy, salty, smoky snack by some of my Southern comrades-in-arms while
serving in the US Army.
Pork rinds and Pepsi cola became my go to snack whenever I was
faced with the painfully tedious task known as CQ or “Charge of Quarters.”
CQ duty would begin at the end of the normal workday. The job was
to answer phones when the HQ staff had gone home, and to track significant
events over night. The big excitement of the night would be to walk the company
area for security checks.
At the time there were no smart phones, no DVD players, and the
building didn’t have that new service – cable tv. My boss did have a beta
videotape player, but he was way ahead of his time.
It’s difficult to describe the kind of soul-crushing boredom that
infects the mind of someone on CQ duty. Service members, police officers and
night watchmen have most likely experienced the sleep deprived monotony that
comes in the early morning hours.
The result of this extreme boredom is that everything is enhanced.
People seem more interesting, stupid jokes are hilarious, and food tastes much better.
Which is why, on one infamous tour of duty, I devoured an entire bag of
hot-and-spicy pork rinds and a 12-pack of Pepsi.
The day-after result of my overnight culinary adventure was, let’s
say, less than ideal.
But I still love the deep-fried bits of pig skin. Which is why I
picked up a bag of Mr. Porky’s Finest Quality Pork Scratchings for the
Connoisseur.
After all, if I like the common American pork rind, I should love
the finest quality of Mr. Porky’s offerings. In fact, I’m almost certain that
the Queen herself enjoys the savory delicacy.
I didn’t open the bag right away, I decided to wait until I
returned home so I could share my discovery with two of my friends and
co-workers. Dave, being from the South and Jason a US Navy vet, would surely
appreciate the goodness that are British pork scratchings.
Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, the Holiday work schedule had
us on different shifts and we didn’t have the chance to all sit down and dine
together.
So, the bag sat in my desk for a couple of weeks until one day I
was craving a snack and thought about the wonderful delight that was just
waiting to be devoured.
On opening the bag, the first thing that hit me was the smell. It
was much more pungent than I expected. Undeterred, I glanced into the bag. I
noticed that the scratchings didn’t exactly look like pork rinds. In fact, a
couple of pieces looked a bit sketchy.
I picked one up and started to take a bite.
What I expected was the salty, smoky, crunchy goodness that I had
come to expect from pig skin that has been boiled, rendered, chilled, then deep fried to an
air-puffed porky treat.
What happened was, as I began to bite down, my upper teeth encountered
a solid, almost impenetrable steel surface of pork skin. At the same time, my
lower teeth entered the soft mass of un-rendered fat on the other side of the piece.
So instead of a satisfying crunch, I got a mouth full of pork shards
and fat. I will admit, I had to spit it out.
Don’t get me wrong, from what I hear, if you drink enough beer,
they’re supposed to be very good. I’m not rushing to find out.
Oh yeah, about the Refreshers candies, when we got back to the US
we ordered a case online.
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