Pig's toes boiled for hours and then drained and re-boiled again in fresh water.
God knows there wasn't an ounce of meat on them but we would gorge ourselves on the sticky fat. It was especially nice with a pint of Guinness.
Also brawn; which was basically processed pig's brain covered in a vile red dye. My father used to love it on a sandwich, smothered with brown sauce and topped off with cheddar cheese that he'd deliberately allowed to go hard & orange. He also used to drink a cup of half milk/half water which just tasted like water. So it was a waste of milk really.
He grew up during the Great Depression, my auld fella. I think that had some bearing on his dietary habits.
Guinness with milk in. My mother would give us a small glass of this after we'd been ill. God love her she actually believed it was good for us.
I also saw a friend's wife put a dash of black currant into her Guinness, the other day. If I'd caught her cheating on him, I couldn't possibly have been more disgusted with her.