What YOU know about some HAM HOCKS???!!!???

Stopped by the Publix on Cascade Road in Atlanta last night. It's the only grocery store on my way home, but I shop there a lot mainly because I like it better than most of the others closer to my house. The selection is a lot better - probably because it's in a more affluent area than the stores near me - and I rarely leave there missing a critical ingredient for a recipe I'd planned to prepare. The population in the area surrounding the store is predominantly black, and I'm often the only white person in the store when I visit.

So I'm going to make this Lentil-Red Pepper soup recipe I found in one of my crock pot cookbooks, and it calls for a ham hock. I head back to the
meat department, grab a package of ham hocks, and get in the checkout line. The cashier finishes with the gentleman in front of me, greets me, looks down at the conveyor belt and my ham hocks, and exclaims, "What YOU know about some HAM HOCKS???!!!???" I cracked up laughing, as did the guy in front of me, at the obvious inference (white girl buying ham hocks). I said I didn't feel well and needed them for soup - THAT'S what I know about some ham hocks. I probably completely blew her mind when I told her I liked eating greens, too.