Andouillette
After our last exam yesterday evening, the student union organised a party in the park behind the school. People brought wine and snacks and generally got drunk having fun in the sun. One person happened to bring a charming French dish known as "andouillette." I figured, why not try? I was never going buy some of this delightful, savoury surprise myself, so it was a golden opportunity to sample one of France's lesser known delicacies.
I think the Wikipedia entry adequately describes the bountiful pleasures of andouillette and my wonderful experience eating it. Read on.
I think the Wikipedia entry adequately describes the bountiful pleasures of andouillette and my wonderful experience eating it. Read on.
8 comments:
Nasty.
Go veggie.
Oh yeah. Waaaaay nasty!
Oh god. Ohhhh god.
That sounds awful! Bleh!
Hey,
I love the sentence: "French andouillette, on the other hand, is an acquired taste and can be an interesting challenge even for adventurous eaters who don't object to the taste or aroma of feces".
I'll put your unwise curiosity down to post-exam euphoria.
To be perfectly honest, I've eaten many nasty things for the sake of eating something nasty: raw horse meat, giant bee larvae, deep-fried chicken cartilege - even tripe in other forms, and nothing, I repeat nothing, has even come the tiniest bit close to matching the revoltingness of andouillette!
Why, on God's green earth, would anyone want to eat something so revolting?
I still get nauseous thinking about it.
Let them eat shit!
when in rome...eat like shit i guess
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