*This is slightly altered from the original post. I posted an early draft in error when I was battling the Gremlins of internet connectivity. I apologize to those of you that had to suffer through all of the mistakes*
For a few years Satomi’s father has been espousing,to me, the merits of boiled pig’s feet. He couldn’t seem to fathom that I had never indulged. In the hope of keeping my streak of un-indulgence going, I had tried not to seem overly enthused about trying them. I guess that he figured that I was never going to ask to try them so he ordered them himself (something unheard of) from his favorite restaurant and sent Satomi and I to pick them up.
I won’t say much about them so that the uninitiated can try with out having my opinions tarnish the experience. The experience wasn’t traumatizing in any way. These particular pigs feet were salted. I think that was probably a good idea. I will also say that I ate three of them and the principle of Diminishing Marginal Utility (I learned that fancy term from Jim Astle in High School. Thanks!) was in full effect. The third foot was not nearly as enticing as the first. Eating three was not my plan but as you can see from the smile in photo (pre-indulgence) I appeared to be really relishing the experience. I probably said oishii a few times too. That means delicious in Japanese and I use that word a lot. It is one of the few very clear and unambiguous things that I can say in Japanese. Two days later I was rewarded for a hard morning of carrying orange containers with another two salted pigs feet. Leftovers, microwaved to perfection. Somewhat less oishii that the previous three. Also, for the record, Satomi ate zero pig’s feet in total. She knows when to say no.
If you have any opinions about salted boiled pigs feet let me know. If you haven’t tried them yet, by all means do so ASAP and get back to me with your feelings. I’ll be waiting right by my computer.
-The Green Tea Dreamer
green tea dreamer project 
The driving test situation is quite funny. All the cultural barriers are told with great self-deprecating wit. It almost feels like I’m there. Keep up the good work. Best of luck on your big day.
My dad ate pickled pigs feet all the time as I was growing up. It smelled so bad that I’d have to go downstairs to get away from it. That being said, I’d try it now, but only with a few beers. – Gary
I love pigs’ feet!.. I pressure cook them, roast them, pickle them, and savor them for the collagen!!! Spices vary depending on what you want to achieve. I love the flavor and the more I eat , the more I like them! Pigs’ feet tastes like pork, and why should they not? They are pork! Use them to make a rich stock for soup. OR refrigerate the stock and serve the cold collagen rich jelly with crusty bread for an appetizer garnished with capers, spicy mustard, wasabi, soy sauce, green onion, sliced garlic, etc. When eating pigs’ feet (trotters), remember they have the same skin (think pork rind) as certain pork roasts, the same meat, bone, fat, but way more cartilaginous tissue. If a little vinegar is added during boiling, the extraction of collagen will be greater. Collagen rich broth is great for the skin and our other connective tissue! Eat it up!