Look what’s cooking………..

pork knuckles! pork knuckles! pork knuckles!

That’s my Dad’s work, a homemade version of what I usually gorge myself with during bakkutteh sessions.

Mom’s pissed because the kitchen walls are splattered with dark gravy (not really, I think she’s imagining them). Sigh…some women. Shouldn’t they be a more appreciative when the men cook?

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