I thought it would make a fantastic photograph with me pretending to blow air into a pig intestine, so, with the permission of the woman making the treat, I took the intestine in my hands and brought it near (not touching) my face. (Okay, I accidentally did get a tiny bit on my face.) My companion took the photo and I handed the previously manure filled flesh sack back to its owner. It stunk. It really stunk. Have you been around pigs? If not you have no understanding of the degree to which it stunk. And now it was on my hands. I went to a water source with some soap and I washed my hands. They still stunk. I ended up washing my hands about 8 times. But that stink would not leave my hands for 4 days.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Blood Sausage
I thought it would make a fantastic photograph with me pretending to blow air into a pig intestine, so, with the permission of the woman making the treat, I took the intestine in my hands and brought it near (not touching) my face. (Okay, I accidentally did get a tiny bit on my face.) My companion took the photo and I handed the previously manure filled flesh sack back to its owner. It stunk. It really stunk. Have you been around pigs? If not you have no understanding of the degree to which it stunk. And now it was on my hands. I went to a water source with some soap and I washed my hands. They still stunk. I ended up washing my hands about 8 times. But that stink would not leave my hands for 4 days.
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Your hands stunk like pig poopers for ages? What's wrong with that? I can't see one thing wrong with that at all.
ReplyDeleteOh. My. Heck. I GHB'd all the way through that. HA!
ReplyDeleteIs clotted blood in a poop chute a tasty treat, though?? Not sure! I think some brain addicts were involved in creating that recipe.
They love that in Argentina, and they make it with cow and sheep intestines, too. After saying "no thanks" to this dish 200 times, I finally relented and had some. It was pretty good, assuming your definition of "good" is "the complete opposite of good". It was like eating a huge scab. I was told I was an arrogant priss if I didnt eat like the locals, so I got so I could tolerate it if I opened it up and spread it on my roll, like blood mayonnaise.
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