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Food you have tried recently and hated....

Today, caviar, yes caviar crisps.  Honestly what on earth was I thinking?  Gross, FYI.  Who wants a fishy crisp?!

Nothing new but I have tried things that I hated as a kid but thought I should try again as a grown up:

Corned beef - gross.

Beetroot - alright in a salad but big bits of it are gross.

Cottage cheese - gross.

 

Andouillette.

No, it was not actually recently.  More like 10 years ago.  But the memory and the revulsion is still so vivid it feels like yesterday.

 

I've mucked out the chook coop many times.  It tasted like something I'd had on the end of my shovel.

Pinkers - surprised by your second one.

The really galling thing is that I grew the stuff myself. As if my love, care and effort would somehow make beetroot taste good.

I had to Google andouillette. That sounds grim. 
 

Me too.

True andouillette is rarely seen outside France and has a strong, distinctive odour related to its intestinal origins and components. Although sometimes repellent to the uninitiated, this aspect of andouillette is prized by its devotees.

To be clear - are they saying it smells like shit?

Yes, chimp. And indeed tastes of shit.

Only the French could ever think this might be a good idea (although there’s that Indonesian coffee where the beans have been through the digestive tract of a civet, as well, I suppose).

To eat an ortolan you need to place a cloth over your head. To eat an andouillette you would need to have no sense of taste or smell.   

 

Author and TV personality Anthony Bourdain describes his own ortolan experience:

“I bring my molars down and through my bird’s rib cage with a wet crunch and am rewarded with a scalding hot rush of burning fat and guts down my throat. Rarely have pain and delight combined so well. I’m giddily uncomfortable, breathing in short, controlled gasps as I continue slowly – ever so slowly – to chew. With every bite, as the thin bones and layers of fat, meat, skin, and organs compact in on themselves, there are sublime dribbles of varied and wondrous ancient flavors: figs, Armagnac, dark flesh slightly infused with the salty taste of my own blood as my mouth is pricked by the sharp bones. As I swallow, I draw in the head and beak, which, until now, have been hanging from my lips, and blithely crush the skull.”

Andouillette, I once sat three tables away from someone who was eating this and genuinely believed that my companion at our table had shat himself so horrendous was the smell coming from fifteen feet away. I asked are you unwell? But was answered that I should be asking the guy three tables over.

"Should a 'rustic sausage' smell of ordure?"

I asked the man who was taking my order.

I think I shall pass on the andouillette

and content myself with an omelette. 

Yorkshire Crisps Oyster, Chilli and Lemon flavour are tasty. Part of a gift hamper I received. I didn’t think I’d like fishy crisps, but they paired well with a nice cold beer. 

On our honeymoon in rural France

We stopped at a truckers café by chance.

The starter was consommé but our marriage was not

It's painful to explain but I'll give it a shot...

The plat du jour was andouillette 

A dish the pleasure of which I had not had yet.

But when the meal had barely started

I wondered if my love had farted.

And by the time the meal was done

Twas as if all bowel control had gone.

The ordure made my ardour

Grow softer not harder. 

Hide the sausage is a game we'll never play

Oh if only the cafe had hidden it that day !

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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