I’ve got your culture RIGHT HERE!
You’re probably wondering what that is next to the ruler. Well its something called Blood Sausage. (This one is frozen, which explains why its partially white.)
I grew up in a German Catholic farming community. Blood sausage –made of blood and various parts of the pig no one wants — is a popular breakfast meat. (Them German Catholics are a very resourceful and efficient lot.) And it may sound very disgusting but it is so yummy — especially on toast with jelly. Lots of iron too!
When my mom handed me this sausage, I considered it a gift from the blogging Gods. I HAD to blog about it. So without further ado…
10 Reasons Why Blood Sausage is Better than a Man
10. Blood sausage isn’t cranky in the morning.
9. Blood sausage never forgets to flush the toilet.
8. Blood sausage won’t tell you, “You looked alot better 10 pounds ago.”
7. Blood sausage won’t eat all of your favorite snacks or drink all of your booze.
6. No matter your age or your looks, you can always pick up a second, newer, blood sausage.
5. Blood sausage won’t keep you up all night with horrid gas or loud snoring.
4. You don’t have to worry about a blood sausage’s sexual past.
3. Blood sausage won’t ask to borrow money or your car.
2. Blood sausage won’t get mad if you have a headache.
1. No whisker burns. Or hickeys.
Now you’re jealous of my sausage, eh? Don’t freak out, it is purely for EATING. (Why, what have YOU got in mind?) What perceived benefits can YOU think up?
Alissa on 19 Mar 2007 at 2:54 am #
That is too funny!
I don’t like blood sausage. Of course, I haven’t tried it in years, and perhaps the name is what kept me from liking it as a child/teenager.
scribbit on 19 Mar 2007 at 6:17 am #
That’s right up there with head cheese now isn’t it?
dodo on 19 Mar 2007 at 8:42 am #
is it the same as black pudding?
Pink Herring on 19 Mar 2007 at 12:53 pm #
Ew! I can’t get past the name. Does that mean blood oranges are gorss too? I always wondered. I am from a very German (my dad grew up in Germany), very catholic family, but thankfully I have never been subjected to a blood sausage. Liverwurst, however, I have had to eat lots of. Ugh, German food is the worst. (Followed closely by Irish food, which is my other side of the family!)
Jenn on 19 Mar 2007 at 1:33 pm #
A frozen foot-long blood sausage makes a great billy club should someone break into your house and threaten to steal your batteries. Or you booze.
Jenn on 19 Mar 2007 at 1:34 pm #
That should have been “Or your booze.”
Clumsy fingers this morning.
Heather on 19 Mar 2007 at 2:18 pm #
Blood sausage will never roll it’s eyes at you.
Blood sausage will always love your mother.
Christina_the_wench on 19 Mar 2007 at 3:02 pm #
German ex-Catholic here. My parents called that gross stuff Blood Pudding and ate it for breakfast.
I gotta go hurl now.
Tori on 19 Mar 2007 at 4:38 pm #
You funny little thing you!
I love your sausage! He’s very obedient and subservient…the way a sausage should be.
If I was going to be fussy, I might prefer a tad more width….
Also - not so sure the sausage won’t keep you with gas in the night… like you said… all that iron!!!!!
mk on 19 Mar 2007 at 7:37 pm #
I love sausage, but when describing what it is made up of - doesn;t want me to eat it. Well, any sauage for that matter!
Too funny!
Slick on 19 Mar 2007 at 8:04 pm #
Well, personally…
Nah, I ain’t even gonna say nothin’. Seems I’m quite outnumbered anyway
Adventures in Baby Fat on 19 Mar 2007 at 9:00 pm #
It looks like everyone’s covered the basics. All I’ve gotta say about the blood sausage is the Czechs/Slovaks have something equally gross-sounding called Jaternice. They even have festivals named after it. It’s delicious but you can’t think of what it’s made of. Or you’ll puke blood sausage, strangely enough. haha
carrie on 19 Mar 2007 at 9:41 pm #
Blood sausage won’t bring a mother-in-law into your life.
That’s worth it’s weight in gold, isn’t it?
Carrie
ps. I had a similar epiphony with a picture I took of the turkey neck at Thanksgiving, but was too chicken (no pun intended) to post it for fear my Grandmother would not be too happy! So, thanks for doing what I couldn’t!
Sarah on 19 Mar 2007 at 10:02 pm #
Thank you for the congrats! I’m so excited!!!!! =)
Also, this post is too funny! I remember a friend saying once that she picked breakfast sausage over “man sausage” because she got plenty of pleasure without lockjaw or spitting.
Angela on 20 Mar 2007 at 12:00 am #
Blood sausage? That sounds really disgusting! And with jelly? Even worse, you weirdo. I don’t think I’ll ever be courageous enough to try that.
drsharna on 20 Mar 2007 at 1:14 am #
You don’t have to worry about blood sausage leaving the seat up.
Mrs. Chicky on 20 Mar 2007 at 1:57 am #
That thing scares me. I think I’ll have bad dreams about blood sausage tonight.
Izzy on 20 Mar 2007 at 3:17 am #
Let’s be honest here… ALL cased meats are pretty scary (though they typically taste really good). But I think it’s the name — BLOOD sausage — that makes my toes curl. Not a fan of blood. I don’t even like the word…lol
Speaking of weird breakfast meats, how about scrapple? I LUVS me some scrapple!
Undercover Angel on 20 Mar 2007 at 5:26 pm #
LOL! I’ve never seen or heard of blood sausage… I’m not a big sausage fan though, so that could be why.
Kristin on 20 Mar 2007 at 5:38 pm #
I’m sorry… you are the funniest person I know!!
Quinn on 20 Mar 2007 at 7:21 pm #
You can always blame it on the blood sausage.
(and, that picture? I think I just gagged a little)
Pattie on 20 Mar 2007 at 8:16 pm #
You know, I was just thinking…you could feed one of those to Sneakashit….
Amber on 20 Mar 2007 at 8:21 pm #
After living in Switzerland for a time, this brings back such memories. And all I can say is EWWWW!
Chris on 20 Mar 2007 at 10:15 pm #
Hmmm. I’m trying to work with ya here. Really. I am. But. I just. Can’t seem. To stomach. Your blog today.
**heebie jeebie dance**
That Chick Over There on 20 Mar 2007 at 10:38 pm #
Oh good Lord, this entire thing is KILLING ME.
Virginia Belle on 17 Apr 2007 at 7:42 pm #
uck. can’t they think of a better name for it than that??? gross.
i mean, i like sausage and all, but…
my mom’s side of the family consisted of German Catholic farmers. they have always lived in kansas city. or nearby. whatever. i think they USED to farm. now they own a fireworks company. they are extremely resourceful, too. penny pinchers. efficient. these traits have been passed down through the generations. even to me.
not the blood sausage part, though. we don’t eat that stuff anymore. ick.
(why did i just tell you the life story of the german catholic side of my family??? oh yeah. i’m at work and i am bored. sorry.)
Virginia Belle on 17 Apr 2007 at 7:43 pm #
what’s really sad is, that photo of the frozen wiener sausage thing is probably the closest i’m gonna get to any sort of action this month.
*sigh*