Had a plate of pig's feet in Paris. They call them trotters.

My grandmother, born in 1888, used to make them. She was a marvelous cook

We got the hormel brand here too. Not bad but the summer farmers market has a lady that makes homemade ones that are off the chart

Yup. Between the tendons, pieces of hoof and mystery hard hunks.

Funny story about pig's knuckles. My mom kept them on the frig door shelf and my grandfather would open door and grab one. My mom was watching/raising the neighbor's two children because the mother took off. They would see my grandfather grab a knuckle and eat it. They would follow suit and eat a knuckle. We got a good laugh every time they did that.