tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2734616980742486546.post2620733581339891470..comments2023-03-20T13:24:02.189+02:00Comments on en root rwanda: Goat guts, or today in gross food I choked downUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2734616980742486546.post-56889489868167454102010-06-26T23:11:25.966+02:002010-06-26T23:11:25.966+02:00Guts you say? Last saturday I attended a funeral ...Guts you say? Last saturday I attended a funeral for the father of a Chinese friend who gave a touching eulogy about his father's early years in a gold-bearing area of China. He explained that when his family cleaned a duck there, they would carefully examine the entrails which sometimes contained gold nuggets! Sorry, Rwandan goats may not be as discriminating in their food choices. <br /><br />For new year's feasts, the Chinese serve pig ankles, namely all bone and tough skin. Perhaps the idea is that the rest of the year one should never eat worse things? Last Chinese new year, only the Chinese members of the China Society (for which I am a member of the board) had any interest in eating them.<br /><br />In Turkey, they serve tripe soup at wee morning hours. Seems it's supposed to help sober one. An acquired taste perhaps best left to the drunk. I never imbibed enough to enjoy the stuff.<br /><br />Bon Appetite from Gail in LAAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com