Here's one of the less-appetizing entries among the Ukrainian recipe cards:

What's in this delightful sausage, you may ask?
I'll tell you.

Yeah, I know, I don't have much room for finger-pointing -- after all, my ancestors came up with such questionable gustatory delights as svartsoppa, surströmming and lutefisk -- but the idea of consuming blood of any kind turns my stomach. Gleah.
3 comments:
You and me both sugar!!!
It's just not kosher! :)))
Oh yum! That is like our black/blood pudding, it's delicous - in fact, Andy comes from the home of the black pudding, Bury, where they make the best ones - I always get his parents to bring us down a couple when they visit. We have it as a weekend treat in fried breakfasts, with bacon, egss etc, before a long walk or cricket match.
Gretel, I will have to take your word for it. My grandpa used to make black pudding on occasion, but I could never bring myself to eat it.
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