Supper Friday night consisted of a large pot of
smoked hamhocks and a few onions cooked down to extreme
pork grease goodness. A true southern delicacy,
they were excellent.
One of my porches serves as an assembly area for
larger woodworking and I was in the final assembly
of a bookcase, nothing fancy, 3 feet wide and 7 tall,
fixed shelves and made of pine 1 inch shelves and
5/4 uprights and top, dadoed an put together with
pocket screws. All sanded to 240 before assembly.
Saturday morning the edible remains of the hamhocks
were picked out and the knuckles, grease, and hide
were taken out for the yard dogs to fight over.
Apparently in an attempt to seize his proper share
on of the three made a dash through the dog food pan
securing a slab of hide to eat and hiding in the bottom
shelf of my new book case, leaving greasy paw prints
and long smears of pork fat in the process.
I suspect the pomeranian, he was always a bit of an asshole.
When I discovered the mess, I checked the pan and there was
not enough grease left to finish the whole thing and I'm
not sure pork fat would ever harden into an acceptable
finish, although they claim it works wonders on arteries.
I spent Saturday afternoon making and changing out the affected
shelf. A harbor freight multi tool proved it self worth its
weight in gold for freeing the glue joints.
Question, Anyone need a dog?