What’s not to like about a heavily manufactured pork product? I was in a store in Seattle and I saw these. I wouldn’t normally buy these (ya right!!), but for the sake of you, dear reader, I took it upon myself to check them out. You know when you are eating something that you know is bad for you and you are going to pay for it, but you do it anyway? Well this is it. These salty little morsels crunch heavily in your mouth and once you start, you can’t stop. Luckily this was only a small bag, but damn were these good. The pigs that make these are both noble and…happy. I can taste the happiness with each bite. These pigs lived good lives and their crispy little flesh says it all. Now this snack isn’t for the faint of heart. The description says it all: “Fried out pork fat with attached skin.” The salsa that come with it tastes like ass, but the cracklins are Yummmy! Get them, eat them, and treat yourself to a nice beer. You deserve it. You are an honorary keeper of the pig!
I used to eat these all the time when I lived in Mexico. I didn’t know that they were legal up here.
The Latinos call them “chicharrones” – which roughly translates into “little heart stoppers”. Did any of the cracklins still have a little pig hair attached? You never forget your first hairy chicharron.