You Want Me to Eat…What?????

One exciting thing about moving to a different country is the opportunity to try new foods.

Granted, British cuisine has historically been panned (particularly by the French) as being plain and bland. This is definitely not the case, although I will say that much of the food we traditionally associate with the United Kingdom falls in the category of comfort foods.

There was, of course, a learning curve as many foods we eat in the US are known by different names here:

eggplant = aubergine

zucchini = courgette

french fries = chips

Whereas (potato and other) chips = crisps

gelatin = jelly (and don’t think that doesn’t cause puzzled looks when I mention “peanut butter and jelly” sandwiches!)

Whereas jelly = jam

and so on.

I have tried many new things here. I have sampled a scotch egg (interesting), enjoyed a Welsh cake or too, had a simple lunch of Welsh rarebit and salad upon occasion. I will admit a fair bit of my weight gain upon moving here can be attributed to a newfound love for sausage rolls…

*whistling, looks away*

However, there is one food here that I simply can’t wrap my head around:

Black pudding.

(trust me, it ain’t pudding)

Basically, it’s blood sausage. Yep. Blood. Cooked until it turns black and congeals.


Oh sure, they add onions and other stuff. But still. Eww.

And I’m sure I will get blasted by my black-pudding-loving British peeps.

I know I tell my kids that they can’t say they don’t like something until they’ve tried it. (Yes, I practice “do as I say, not as I do – upon occasion – but I wouldn’t make them try this, either. Mostly in fear that my Anglophilistine son will like it, and ask me to make it for him.)

Yes, I realize that people eat all the other disgusting pig bits, too. (Near my sister in St. Louis we often see signs for “fried pig snoots”. Seriously people, you won’t get me tasting THAT, either. )

No. You won’t be getting me to try that.


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This post was, um, inspired by one of this weeks writing prompts at Mama Kat’s Writers Workshop.


  1. Oh, positively gag, gag, gag on this one!

    I’m so with you on this; seeing this once is all it takes to create a lifelong revulsion.

    Enjoyed your post and some early morning smiles!

  2. NASTY! They serve that at our pub and I gag every time one of the “lads” orders it. Not. A. Chance. These are the same people that swear that haggis is actually tasty. Whereas spotted dick is actually supposed to be good, but I don’t think I could take a bite with a straight face.


  3. I seriously think I just threw up a little bit in my mouth.

  4. Ummm, that is just disgusting. Pretty sure I wouldn’t last long in another country.
    But thanks for sharing and showing what I’m not missing 😉

  5. ew, ew, and ewwwww…. I would not try that either and I wish I was still unaware of what it was lol. New follower from Mama Kat.

  6. yeah, that doesn’t even LOOK good. I’ll pass.

  7. eww. that is awful. I’m a big fan of Anthony Bourdain’s show No Reservations and I’ve seen him eat blood sausage in a couple of episodes and it truly grosses me out every time. It does not help watching them make it.

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  8. The best place to get a real black pudding from is Bury Market in Lancashire. I remember the stall with the sign at one end “Puddings Queue Here” – which amused us because we used ‘pudding’ as a mild insult for a stupid person.
    And yes, I also like haggis.
    The one thing I would never try, though my gran loved it with lots of vinegar, was tripe.

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