The word pettitoes popped into my head for no reason… but when I thought about it, trying t remember what it meant, I realised why it had arrived unbidden. Pettitoes is another word for trotters, pig’s trotters, and I bought some the other day. I’m not sure I had ever bought and cooked anymore, I may have done in the distant past, but it is more a memory of my dad cooking and eating them with great relish.
They were nice and clean and obviously from a young pig and I put them into stock with onion, carrots, garlic, and a few other bits and pieces and cooked them gently for a couple of hours. I had a lovely gel from them, to be used in soup, but the actual trotters were bereft of much meat, but what there was, was quite tasty.
I was looking at other recipes and as well as brawn and what was known as ‘cheese’, there were quite a variety of different things to do with pettitoes, and every other part of the creature. I think people must have been less squeamish in past times because lots of dishes were to be served to guests along with offal such as heart and liver; I can’t imagine many dinner guests greeting such a thing with joy these days!
I’m not sure I will bother again with buying and cooking pettitoes, but if I had supper with someone who offered it, I would gladly do my best, and no doubt enjoy!