I’m always up for trying something at least once. Sometimes, I really luck out and discover something amazing. Other times, I should just learn to say no.
We have a friend from Estonia named Henri and he brought some Estonian cuisine with him to London after the holidays. So, Thursday night Tom, Jordan, Henri, Kathryn, Juan Pablo, Maria and I had our first taste of Estonian liquor (think White Russian) and….blood sausage. Never. Again.
I do not, nor have I ever, enjoyed sausage. So imagine me eating sausage that has been cooked in blood. Or don’t imagine it. I wouldn’t want to either. It was revolting. However, as any polite houseguest would, I tried it and managed to eat it. But not without holding my nose when it came out of the oven. Or threatening to kill Tom if the piece he cut landed in my lap.
Estonia seems like a beautiful country- one that I may even like to visit someday. But I will not be eating there, nor will I have any desire to do so. If you’re feeling adventurous, you can even take a look on Youtube and watch a video of blood sausage being made, much like we did AFTER we ate. And for the record, watching the video post meal was not any better than it would have been watching it BEFORE the meal. Sausage making is just not a pleasant experience for anyone.
Those of you who are friends with me on Facebook can see the lovely video of us “enjoying” the sausage. I couldn’t get it to upload here. For those of you who aren’t friends with me on Facebook, imagine my face as I ate this: