Speaking of Pig's Ears

Nearly every time we talk about pig’s ears as an entree, Shaun likes to pull out his favorite story.  (OK, so it’s my favorite story) It’s actually a story from the wedding of one of his former co-workers. 

The co-worker (who I’ll just call Joe)  got married in beautiful Vietnamese wedding traditional to the bride’s (Let’s call her Lisa)  homeland.  After the  ceremony everyone sat down to a huge feast.  The main dish was a roast pig. 

After everyone had eaten and toasts were given, the bride’s grandmother went up to the pig’s head and tore off the ear and gently placed in a small bowl.   Then she very solemnly placed the bowl in front  of her granddaughter.  Lisa very carefully picked up the dish with both hands and placed it in front of her new husband. 

Joe looked around frantically for a clue as to what he should do with this obviously special pig’s ear.  Seeing his dilemma, Lisa whispered that he should eat it.  So, with all the love he had for his new bride, Joe mustered up the inner strength to eat that ear. 

Later on, when things had settled down, Lisa asked her groom what he had thought about a Vietnamese wedding.  He replied that it was wonderful.  Then he went on to say that he had really wished that she had warned him about the special ceremony.  When she looked at him in bafflement, he reminded her about the handing down of the pig’s ear and how he was supposed to eat it.

Lisa just burst into bouts of laughter.  “That wasn’t a special ritual”, she said, “I just don’t like to eat pig’s ears!”

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0 Responses to Speaking of Pig's Ears

  1. Lynne says:

    uhm, are they still married?
    😛

  2. snpnmnmi says:

    No, I wouldn’t call you a picky eater… sane, yes… picky, no.
    Catching up (since Sept 21 post), I would have to say that your blog has acquired a new theme of food. Am I right? 😉
    Love the pics… Ninja girl at the bottom… is that the same child trying to feed the picky cows? How time flies!
    Good luck with the writing thing.
    Tammy :):):)
    http://www.snpnmnmi.wordpress.com

  3. Jay says:

    I thought pig’s ear was a special treat to give your dog. LOL

    I used to work with a Vietnamese lady. She would bing traditional meals to work and ask me if I wanted to try it. It was always HOT! Even the Mexicans said it was too hot for them. haha

  4. terraflora says:

    You are an inspiration!! I’m signed up for the NaBloWriMo (or whatever its called) but am getting trepidatious. Your posts are so fresh and now and … inspiring! (still laughing!!)
    I will keep moving forward… on to November! Thx!!

  5. photowannabe says:

    That must have been true love. I’m not sure I could have or would have done that.
    Funny as usual Susan.

  6. mjd says:

    Oh, no…I sure do not want to eat a pig’s ear.

  7. Linda says:

    Bwahahahahaha! I wonder what other “traditions” she charms him into going along with!?!

  8. Kell says:

    That cracked me up! Welcome to married life, the lessons learned is just beginning.

  9. Ha ha – great story 🙂

  10. Laughed out loud at this one. Too funny.

  11. Susan says:

    Lynne~Good question! I have no idea as we weren’t close and that was a lifetime ago.

    Tammy~Yep, Mimi is the Ninja girl. I hadn’t realized it, but there does seem to be a bit of a food related theme going on here…hmm…

    Jay~Shaun likes to tell them extra, extra hot in any restaurant, they over do it to mess with him and he always eats it. (and he *says* he likes it)

    TF~Awww…thank you!

    Sue~Oh I would’ve…well, at least I would’ve thought about it….

    mjd~It wouldn’t be my choice either.

    Linda~Hmmm…she could have a lot of fun with that!

    Kell~I’m sure it was an interesting relationship.

    Guilty and LB~ 😀

  12. Tink says:

    LMAO! That is TOO funny!!

  13. Cheryl says:

    Ah, what some people do for love. Can you imagine? I would not have mustered the courage.