Blood Pudding

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.


7 Replies to “Blood Pudding”

  1. TidiousTed

    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.

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