My family have Chinese red pork and sushi for some strange reason. We have no Japanese in our back ground.

drck1000

You must be a foodie, ya ol' fuddie!

My family have Chinese red pork and sushi for some strange reason. We have no Japanese in our back ground.

You have to be Japanese to eat Chinese red pork (char siu)? 

drck1000

You must be a foodie, ya ol' fuddie!

I certainly enjoy food, but I don't think I'm a foodie.  I'm good with pizza and beer.   

After becoming an adult 
and getting married to an Hispanic gal my tradition changed to menudo and tamales.

Man I really miss a good meneudo since the gout episode but would certainly tempt fate if it was a good one.

Whats your fav, red or white ?
I suspect red cuz thats probably what the missus cooks.

 

Fillipino heritage? My mother in law called it peas and pimento!

My mom and dad, uncles and aunties, and everyone under the sun back then called it peas and pimento.

Honestly, I dunno how it morphed into pork and peas.  Maybe the young'uns couldn't pronounce or comprehend pimento.  Or maybe nowadays they leave out the pimento?  I dunno.  I know I commit blasphemy when I make it because I don't add pimento

My mom would've slapped my head....

Man I really miss a good meneudo since the gout episode but would certainly tempt fate if it was a good one.

Whats your fav, red or white ?
I suspect red cuz thats probably what the missus cooks.

 

My ex mother-in-law made the best menudo and tamales. Actually she was a great cook and my ex wife was as well. But my ex mother-in-law was old school and very authentic. I was spoiled. We would go over to the ex mother-in-law’s house Saturday morning after being drunk off our asses Friday night and we she would make us scrambled eggs with chorizo and homemade tortillas. But the best thing was the homemade salsa (They called it chile). It was sooooooo hot you would sweat out all the remaining alcohol left in your system and feel much better afterwards. Then we would drink all day and night Saturday. Man the weekends were hard partying back then. BUT, if the mother-in-law was making salsa (chile) Saturday morning, we had to clear out of the house because she would toast the chiles on the stove and the oil from them was released into the air and would burn our eyes so bad we couldn’t go back into the house for an hour. 

I did prefer the red. Though I don’t remember why I liked it over the white? I just remember the tripe sliding down my throat and thinking that it was pretty good!