haha. I would throw up if anyone brought pickled pigs feet near me!!
I don't have a husband, but here's a story about my dad...
My mom would slave over a hot stove/grill and make steamed asparagus, mashed potatoes, filet mignon and then an awesome dessert (she is an awesome cook)... My dad would pick at his food and then when we were all done eating, he would bust out a jar of peanut butter and spoon it into his mouth until it was all gone. My mom would get SO pissed off at him. They're divorced for 10 years now
