A Rare steak is hardly akin to drinking a goblet of raw blood.

All I know is how violently I vomited after ingesting my own blood. I will go by what and why my doctor told me the reason for that was and not some weirdo that thinks scrounging the last bits of a carcass for a meal is ok.

Sorry, but I like Liver and black pudding, both full of iron and B vitamins.

If that makes me a carcass scrounger then so be it.

(03-01-2010, 05:23 PM)Black Sun Wrote: Sorry, but I like Liver and black pudding, both full of iron and B vitamins.

If that makes me a carcass scrounger then so be it.

I must admit, I enjoy a brekkie that has black pudding included.

As long as it's cooked properly, with the right seasoning, I'll eat anything.
....I'd happily eat failed Al-Qaida bombers

And what about the Germans..?? They used to hunt and eat, Yeti during the war.

How about this Scottish treat?, a black bun.

A spicy fruitcake covered in a layer of thick pastry.

i'd eat that before a deep-fried MARS bar! :p

This whole thread makes me want to barf....I'm going to Micky D's. And no, I don't want to know what's in their meat or whatever else I order that will probably kill me before my time.

(03-01-2010, 05:59 PM)Black Sun Wrote: How about this Scottish treat?, a black bun.

A spicy fruitcake covered in a layer of thick pastry.

Now yer' talkin'...I'll have some of that for afters
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I've still got some of, Saddam's Red Guard in the freezer.
...I kept the eyes in, so that'll see me through the week.

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To each his own.

There are people who make faces at the thought of scrapple. Around here it's a special treat!

For those who don't know, scrapple is a mixture of scraps from beef and pork butchering cooked to a mush and combined with cornmeal and spices then formed into a loaf. It's a breakfast food which is sliced and fried.

Depending on your proximity to Scranton,Pa you use either ketchup or pancake syrup on it. Closer to Scranton syrup, farther ketchup.

i had fried scrapple with maple syrup as a kid (in Maryland). my Mom was southern, and bought it at a farmers market. i wasn't crazy about it when i found out it was stuff they swept off the abattoir floor.
then as an adult my Dad would buy it at the market for me because he thought i liked it. in the dark of night i would take it out and leave it in the deep woods so as not to seem unappreciative.


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