At an impressionable age I read this in one of the Little House books:
But even better than a balloon was the pig's tail.
Pa skinned it for them carefully, and into the large end he thrust a sharpened stick. Ma opened the front of the cookstove and raked hot coals out into the iron hearth. Then Laura and Mary took turns holding the pig's tail over the coals.
It sizzled and fried, and drops of fat dripped off it and blazed on the coals. Ma sprinkled it with salt. Their hands and their faces got very hot, and Laura burned her finger, but she was so excited she did not care. Roasting the pig's tail was such fun that it was hard to play fair, taking turns.
At last it was done. It was nicely browned all over, and how good it smelled! They carried it into the yard to cool it, and even before it was cool enough they began tasting it and burning their tongues.
They ate every little bit of meat off the bones, and then they gave the bones to Jack. And that was the end of the pig's tail. There would not be another one till next year.
Okay, tell me you don't want a pig tail right now. I do. I'm not a fan of cold pork products, or pickled pork products, but I'll eat any barbecued pig part.
I have failed in my attempts to find barbecued pig tails. You'd think the issue would be that there's only one tail per pig. However, I have had my share of pig snoots, and there's only one snout per piggie.
Mmmm. Yeah, I followed Gary into that BBQ place by UMSL twenty-plus years ago, and we asked, "Snoots? What are those?"
And if you haven't had one, shut up. Just shut yourself up because I can hear you, especially you Northerners. They were crispy snoots, which you can read about here, and they were tasty. And kosher! No. No, not really. I've been trying to find a non-copyrighted image, but it will just match what's in your mind right now anyway. That is, if what's in your mind is a full-on frontal pig snout, that has been flattened out like a pig scalp with the nostrils right there for prime thumb access.
(And if you are grossed out, go back up and read that pig tail paragraph again. Little Half-Pint ate pig tails! She still grew up to be a lady. Don't talk trash about Half-Pint, people. )
At any rate, there's a chance I'm only a week away from pig snoots again. There's a music festival in Memphis I'm going to, and it has been suggested there will be BBQ. I'll be the woman wandering around wailing, "Snoooots? Snooooooooots?"