Preface: this edition of Is My Blog Burning? celebrates the first birthday of the original food blogging meme. I'm happy Carlo from My Latest Supper is finally hosting an IMBB? and especially this one. Carlo's turn should have come up way before, but in part because of my messy organization, things got a tad delayed. Scusa Carlo! Last year in February things kicked off with a soup dedicated event. This month, we have something different: Carlo thought up a somewhat unusual and provocative theme, food taboos. Show me yours... here's mine!
Finding a food taboo was a real hard task. I'm not someone who says no to new foods, and I'll try almost anything once. Bugs? Done that, they can be quite nice. Horse meat, snails, frogs... don't see what's shocking about that. While I never tasted snake meat, I've had crocodile (or maybe alligator) once, nothing breathtaking. Natto or mountain potato, especially after reading Tony Bourdain's description of them in "A cook's tour" seemed a good pick, but I had no luck in finding them here.
The only thing that I've had a taboo about at a certain stage of my life was offal. As a kid, just the smell would make me sick. Not anymore. The only thing that still slightly puts me off is blood, blood sausages, pudding and the like. Blutwurst is quite popular around here, but I always find it grainy and slightly metallic yet sweet can be quite revolting to my taste buds. I have eaten it if I had to, but I survived.
What really got me the right idea for this IMBB? was Carlo's examples for food taboos... marmite! I seriously loathe the stuff, salty, yeasty, sticky... just DIS-GUS-TING! Daniela, on the other hand, loves the stuff. I can't even look when she spreads it on bread. I only tasted it once, and swore never to taste any again, but, in Carlo's honor I decided to give marmite another try.
To make things a bit more interesting I made marmite on toast part of an Irish style fry-up with bacon, egg, mushrooms, plus white- and black-, i.e. blood, pudding (above). These two were a kind gift of a friend, Manuela, back from some time in Ireland. A fried tomato wouldn't have gone amiss, but I simply forgot to buy some. So I brewed myself a cuppa and set on on this perilous taste journey.
I started nibbling on a little bacon, then egg, a bite of mushroom... pretending black pudding and the toast were not there, sort of. Who did I want to fool? A sip of tea and I attacked the black pudding next. Quite nice actually, much better than Blutwurst: spicy, not too fat, the whole grains in the sausage giving an interesting texture change. No problem with obstacle no.1 there. Next the toast. Bite. Chew. CHEW, I said. Salty... very salty. I try to swallow but the stuff sticks to my gums. TEA!! With one gulp I wash whatever is still in my mouth down. OK time for a little more eggs and bacon, mushroom and pudding. Should I try again. Oh heck, once more! Gh! yeek!! bleah!!! Quickpassthetea! Drink, drink, drink... ah! I'm sorry Carlo, blood's fine, I'm actually tempted by boudin noir, but marmite? NO WAY!