Random interjection here…
First of all, who thought this was a good idea? The Moors and Romans, apparently, and ancient Brits agreed.
Of all the British delicacies that have presented themselves to me during my time in England, this is one that I’ve never gotten the nerve to sample. I’ve tried a bite of haggis, and had my fill of bubble-and-squeak and scouse, but the black pudding bests me every time.
It’s really the idea of the thing more than anything else. I’m sure someone will assure me, “But it tastes delicious!” This isn’t about taste, just as escargot and caviar aren’t really about taste. It’s the idea of where these things came from, what they signify, the meaning they embody.
And it’s just gross.
I’m not so hot on the idea of eating blood. I don’t think it’s up to the level of a moral interdiction, but it’s pretty darn close. I can see why the ancients had reason to rely on such things (you had to eat everything you could get when starvation loomed ahead), but nowadays we have plenty of perfectly decent food to live on. Jacket potatoes, for instance. Clotted cream. Crispy fried chips with malt vinegar. Mars bars. I can eat a lot of food before I resort to blood sausage as a way to liven up the cuisine.
And that’s all I have to say about black pudding. Or white pudding for that matter.
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