Indiana has a bit of an identity crisis on its hands. I'll be the first to tell you, we certainly aren't Southern. We might be considered Yankees. We are decidedly Midwest, but really, what does that mean in terms of food? To me, it means that we get to pick and choose our food identity. What we are left with is the best of all worlds. So that means, that in my freezer, there is a ham hock sitting right. . .
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