"There's no party without pork rinds!"

That's the slogan on the bag of pork rinds I was surprised to find in my company's vending machine today. If true, I guess I've never been to a party.

There's something about the word "rind" that's very offputting when combined with the word "pork." "Rind" just seems to go better with words like "orange" or "lemon."

I'm both physically repulsed and oddly intrigued.

Update: In response to a request for a close-up:



They look sort of innocuous, don't they?

But remember this: They're the favorite snack of the Bush family.

You can tell a lot about people by the snack food they eat.