Pondering the inedible

I haven't seen blood sausage mentioned yet. It's just what it sounds like-congealed pig's blood, spices, and natural casings. Even if you can get past the blood oozing out of the sausage, you can't get past the taste. :eek:

Someone mentioned Black Pudding, an Irish dish. Isn't that blood sausage?
 
I haven't seen blood sausage mentioned yet. It's just what it sounds like-congealed pig's blood, spices, and natural casings. Even if you can get past the blood oozing out of the sausage, you can't get past the taste. :eek:

The trouble with blood sausage is when it's dry.

Then, it really isn't good eats.
 
Someone mentioned Black Pudding, an Irish dish. Isn't that blood sausage?

It's a British dish. It's usually served dry. What traditional British food (which is basically shooting tasty animals, hanging them, and eating them, beyond bread and cheese and kisses) needs is a French-trained chef. Black pudding can be very good, if treated well by the cook.
 
Food. Not a good thing to consider after what I just witnessed in my front yard.

Who's missing the back half of a recently living squirrel? I found it.
 
AIEEEEEE!!!

Went out to emtpy the trash and nearly tripped over Scooter Libby (the cat, not the con) feasting on HALF of a SQUIRREL. A fresh one.

<gak! urp!>

That explains the dreadful squealing sound I heard on the roof an hour ago.

Oh.

My.

God.

The half with the face is missing. Puh-leeze Jeezus don't let me find it - and don't let it be ripening under the house. I still live here. The next-to-last thing I need right now is the aroma of a ripe squirrel-half wafting up through the floor.
Don't get hyper, sh. It will only look like it's asleep. Peaceful, asleep half of a squirrel. Not a big deal...
 
Someone mentioned Black Pudding, an Irish dish. Isn't that blood sausage?

Yes, the pictures look just like the blutwurst that's been inflicted upon me.

Can anyone explain why the British use the word pudding to describe a sausage? Isn't pudding a bit sweeter and eaten with a spoon?
 
liver in any form

I don't care much for calf liver, but I like chicken livers. Unfortunately, if you get them at some chicken place, they're usually overcooked. I like to broil or pan-fry them just so that the raw livery texture is gone and it's like a soft pate. Unfortunately nobody likes them except me. I submit that most people's hatred of liver comes from bad handling. Nevertheless, it seems to be self-evident and almost universal.
 
I don't care much for calf liver, but I like chicken livers. Unfortunately, if you get them at some chicken place, they're usually overcooked. I like to broil or pan-fry them just so that the raw livery texture is gone and it's like a soft pate. Unfortunately nobody likes them except me. I submit that most people's hatred of liver comes from bad handling. Nevertheless, it seems to be self-evident and almost universal.

Actually, historically the liver has been the most prized of cuts. I googled liver eating and found this article. Althought, more disturbing was the article on Liver Eating Johnson.
 
How interesting! The dislike of liver must be an American thing then. For some reason, the eating of any kind of specialty meat has fallen into disfavor. Of course, sometimes there is a perfectly good reason for it. My ex-MIL liked mutton lungs, and I found them to be a complete waste of time, unless you really like mutton-flavored martial arts padding.

I know how nutritious and good it can be. When I was coming up, we had terrapins (red-eared sliders). This was back in the days before they were discovered to carry salmonella. It was just understood that you went to a pet store and bought one of these quarter-sized baby turtles and the dinky, inadequate little bowl-with-island-and-plastic-palm-tree that came with it, and the little tin of dried flies and ant eggs, and eventually the poor little thing died.

We fed ours on diced raw pork liver, drizzled with cod-liver oil, once a week. Usually on Thursdays. In fact, one time my mother came home from a Thursday night meeting of some kind and passed by the turtle tank, figuring she'd feed them the next day, she was too tired tonight. The turtles all hissed in disappointment, and she had to feed them. You wouldn't think a turtle would be smart enough to know when it was Thursday, but these must have.

The turtles all grew to be bigger than the palm of your hand, which was pretty good for terrapins kept in confinement (we put them in an aerated tank about 9 cubic feet). The growth of terrapins is influenced by the size of their quarters. Had they grown up in a pond or bayou they'd have been as big as plates.

My favorite form of liver is still chicken livers, the Price report notwithstanding. But, as I said, I never get to eat many of them. I'll buy a chicken, it will come with a liver. I'll extract it and eat it while I'm cooking the rest of the bird. I thought that if I ever became pregnant, I'd have a simon-pure excuse to eat chicken livers once a week. Strangely, though, when I did become pregnant, I had no desire for them. The thought didn't actually make me sick--they just didn't appeal enough for me to go to the trouble of buying them and cooking them, so I didn't. I'm still annoyed at Nature for this.
 
now i've only tried cow liver, and i must say it tasted just like a stake with the consistancy of melty jello. It was gross. Is this the way they are supposed to taste?:(
 
How interesting! The dislike of liver must be an American thing then. For some reason, the eating of any kind of specialty meat has fallen into disfavor. Of course, sometimes there is a perfectly good reason for it. My ex-MIL liked mutton lungs, and I found them to be a complete waste of time, unless you really like mutton-flavored martial arts padding.

I know how nutritious and good it can be. When I was coming up, we had terrapins (red-eared sliders). This was back in the days before they were discovered to carry salmonella. It was just understood that you went to a pet store and bought one of these quarter-sized baby turtles and the dinky, inadequate little bowl-with-island-and-plastic-palm-tree that came with it, and the little tin of dried flies and ant eggs, and eventually the poor little thing died.

We fed ours on diced raw pork liver, drizzled with cod-liver oil, once a week. Usually on Thursdays. In fact, one time my mother came home from a Thursday night meeting of some kind and passed by the turtle tank, figuring she'd feed them the next day, she was too tired tonight. The turtles all hissed in disappointment, and she had to feed them. You wouldn't think a turtle would be smart enough to know when it was Thursday, but these must have.

The turtles all grew to be bigger than the palm of your hand, which was pretty good for terrapins kept in confinement (we put them in an aerated tank about 9 cubic feet). The growth of terrapins is influenced by the size of their quarters. Had they grown up in a pond or bayou they'd have been as big as plates.

My favorite form of liver is still chicken livers, the Price report notwithstanding. But, as I said, I never get to eat many of them. I'll buy a chicken, it will come with a liver. I'll extract it and eat it while I'm cooking the rest of the bird. I thought that if I ever became pregnant, I'd have a simon-pure excuse to eat chicken livers once a week. Strangely, though, when I did become pregnant, I had no desire for them. The thought didn't actually make me sick--they just didn't appeal enough for me to go to the trouble of buying them and cooking them, so I didn't. I'm still annoyed at Nature for this.

I've actually never had liver. I'm a pretty picky eater, and so I've never tried it on my own and it wasn't served in my home growing up. Maybe now I'll have to give it a shot.

Anyway, I've started reading up a bit on liver, and it actually says you shouldn't eat liver if you're pregnant. Something to do with the high levels of vitamin A. So maybe you're body was telling you something instinctively.
 
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