I'm sorry, I dont know whether its a lack of food thing in some cultures or some kind of twisted macho notion in the wide world but no one, and no thing, should ever, EVER eat something elses testicles......
oh, gag! My stomach is churning now...can't wait to eat breakfast! My uncle will eat anything... he'd eat that stuff I bet! One day he tried to serve me snapping turtle stew! Thanks, but no thanks! Needless to say, I eat before I go to his house!
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I suspect a lot of world cooking is based on what people will eat to avoid starving - french delicacies such as snails and frogs legs, for example. And mussels - ugly things - who first picked up one of those for a taste? I like the taste, but I wouldn't have ever thought to go and nibble on one myself if I didn't already know they were edible.
Chicken feet - I can't understand what's to like about them but the people who love them, really love them. What can you even eat on a chicken foot except the skin? There's no flesh there, only tendons.
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The local Viatnamese restaurants have about 10 variations on beef noodle soup. Four levels of fat, with or without tendons. Takes up half a page.
Given the family debates over how to cook the steak, I can just imagine the fun some families must have!
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I think the process from desperation to delicacy goes like this
1) people who live in the food deprived area eat the weird things and do their best to prepare it so it tastes as good as possible
2) wealthier people go to visit as a holiday (like the 18th-19th century "grand tour") and eat the local food
3) wealthy people go back home and say "you'll never guess what I ate in <such and such a place>", they do their best to feed it to their friends and it's all very exciting and exotic
4) eventually the people who live in the food deprived area get to eat other things - most of them stop eating the weird stuff given other alternatives
5) the word gets around between the wealthier people and soon they're all eating the wierd stuff to keep up with the Cholmondelys'.
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Meridian, you forgot the salt. Or is that the only in the blood sausages.
Cricket, whose current idea of adventuresome eating is taking the kids to a restaurante that has neither french fries and chicken fingers nor beef with broccoli. (He loves the sauce, even enough to eat a chunk of broccoli for every bit of beef.)
Gotta admit, though, his creation of mustard on cucumbers wasn't half-bad.
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Well, this is apparently a classic black pudding recipe
2 litres blood
Casings, beef runners of large hog casings (optional)
3 onions, finely chopped
1 kg of suet or diced pork fat (back fat or bacon fat)
500ml double cream
500g oatmeal, soaked overnight in water)
500g barley, boiled in water for 30 minutes
2 teaspoons salt
1 teaspoon mixed herbs or ground coriander
1 teaspoon black pepper or cayenne pepper
1 teaspoon ground mace
I've eaten it because I come from one of the bits of the UK where it's traditionally eaten. I've never eaten it much though, since I'm not hugely fond of it. I can't actually remember what it tastes like. I think it's been quite a few years since I had any, although the cafeteria in the building where I work offers it every day as one of its breakfast options. I'm more of a toast person.
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I like fat. The texture has always been really interesting to me (and it ALWAYS has the most flavor). I've never had blood before. It sounds...interesting. I'd probably try it, and then decide from there. I don't think there are many places that serve it here in Texas though. Maybe one of the little German communities that's kept its heritage.
I dislike the texture of fat, under most circumstances. That could be the reason I'm not very fond of it. I don't like tofu for the same reason - the texture makes me gag.
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