Re: White Trash Party Food Ideas
My Daddy grew up in south Georgia, during the depression. Worked on his cousin's farm during the summers. So he ate all kinds of weird nasty stuff. Rutabagas. Stewed okra, tomatoes and white bread. Not a slice of bread on the side - chunks of bread in the pot with the okra and tomatoes. Just plain slimy nasty stuff. But he told me, once. "Boy, don't you eat head cheese. That stuff will kill you."
Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy, and taste good with catsup - George of Lod, Year of Our Lord 297
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