Today we went to Wollombi Market where there was a stall
selling things like jerky and kangaroo pepperoni (very tasty!) They had a sign up saying they sold Northern English
style black pudding. I asked the
stallholder if it contained pork and was assured no, it was proper Northern
English style. I carried a pudding home
full of promise and anticipation.
As soon as I got home I set the frying pans out on the stove
and sliced the end off. I immediately thought no, that looks wrong. I grabbed my glasses and read the ingredients –
66% pork. Damn – failed again. Teach me
to go out without my reading glasses.
Rant follows:
I don’t know where the Australians get the idea from that
black pudding contains pork meat. I’ve
never come across pork sausage with a little blood anywhere in the British Isles
or indeed Northern France. Here you don’t seem to be able to get anything else. What happened to the Poms’ tastebuds when
they crossed the line? How could they
forget so thoroughly?
