For breakfast this morning, I actually cooked black pudding for Sarah. It looked look like a jet-black piece of sausage, so I couldn't figure out how to tell when to flip it or when it was done.
I refused to try it.
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Lol. Honestly I don't get the obsession there with blood based foods. Doesn't seem remotely appealing to my barbaric American palate.
It's a northern thing, "soft, wee ,southern shites" don't touch the stuff.