TO MY CREDIT. I ate half. Mostly because the staff was shocked that a white woman ordered that and talked about how much she liked tripe. (Thinking I was getting tripe, which I do like.) I thought the jellied blood was liver. The owner (she came out clucking and laughing, wanting to "see for herself") asked me if I knew what it was, I said liver, and she got concerned. "Do you want to know what it is?" Sure, I replied. "Blood. I call it 'special tofu.' I am very impressed. This is real authentic Chinese food." My husband had some salmon sashimi. Don't think I wasn't eyeing it longingly. (I refused to share my jellyfish with him. Hey, I needed something good in my mouth.)
I have leftovers, but I don't think I'll be eating them. I'll see if the dog will eat it. (If she doesn't, then. Well. She licks her own ass, that's all I'm saying.)
I am currently eating a 3 Musketeers to make my soul whole again.