The title of this post needs explanation. It’s something country folk my mother’s age say when referring to butchering pigs. And although as a vegetarian I find the origins of this edict revolting, I couldn’t agree with it more.
Snout to tail, nothing was wasted; everything but the squeal was used.
Fast Forward to the 21st Century
Which leads me to the leftover paint can lid from a previous post. It was a nice little paint can lid. It wasn’t dented. It had no rust. It seemed a shame to throw it out. So, in the spirit of conservation, I held the lid. I let it speak to me.
"Coaster," it said.
"Perfect," I said.
A schmear of Alleene’s Tacky Glue and a round of felt stuck to the bottom and, ta-da, no more coffee rings on my mouse pad.
Everything but the squeal.