Mostly full disclosure: I didn’t remember to turn the pork belly after the first two days--so on Saturday (6th day of brining) I went into the garage to do so. I immediately stepped in something sticky-- a foot wide spill going from the bottom of the fridge to a pile of trash in the middle of the floor. The fancy Hefty 2.5-Gallon Jumbo Storage Slider I splurged on had leaked. There was about a ½ cup of liquid still in the bag, however, and the meat seemed fairly well coated.
But First, the Chicken Feet Really. What chance did I have? I was innocently buying 11-plus pounds of pork belly from our friendly neighborhood butcher, Curtis Meats. Whirling around on my heels, waiting for the sweet butcher-shop attendant to retrieve my pork belly, I came to a sudden stop spotting something quite wondrous in the glass-fronted freezer case: a large, eye-catching—obviously—2.5 pound bag of pale yellow chicken feet. … That’s what I was wondering too. Chicken f