My oldest son had his 10th birthday this week. I told him he could have anything he wanted for dinner, so he chose – Blood Pudding.
Blood Pudding? You know, an American kid would have chosen an Oreo pie covered in ice cream. Blood pudding?
In my 14 years in Sweden, I had managed to avoid blood pudding. But it was my son’s birthday wish, so yes, I ate the blood pudding.
Verdict – … interesting.
It wasn’t that bad, was it 😉 With a bit of golden syrup on the pudding, mushed green peas and crispy bacon on the side (the way I eat it) it goes down right easily. It was a Saturday trad in my family (In Oslo) when I was a kid.
Green peas and syrup? Interesting. Is that the Norwegian way to eat them? They just use bacon lingonberries here.
When i was a kid my mum told me it was black pancakes and pancakes was a big thing so i loved it and still do….
Haha! I can actually see that working. I wish I could have thought of them that way. Honestly, it’s not bad unless you know what you’re eating.
Did you make it? If so, how?
I survived! I only ate one. It was ok but would have been better if I hadn’t known what it was. My family in Texas is officially horrified that I would eat such a thing. Told me to “watch out for Ebola.”
Hahaha.m! Ebola. I can’t.