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Um, that wasn't what I thought it was.

I went for yummy Japanese food today and saw they had the jelly fish strips that I fell in love with in Chinatown. \o/ [DON'T READ FURTHER, ENTRENOUS.] I also thought I saw the tripe dish in sauce that my Asian Gang got me to eat (and that I loved.) Nope, it was just good ol' fashioned intestines and jellied blood, nothing like my beloved Dragon-sauced tripe. *cries* Oh, god. I just thought: I hope it was the SMALL intestine! *cries more*

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.



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May. 1st, 2008 08:20 pm (UTC)
well...um....I can't say as I blame you, I guess, but isn't it strange that you liked it so much until you found out what it was?

May. 1st, 2008 08:34 pm (UTC)
Oh, no no no. I like the dish I thought I was GETTING. Then, I had to put on a brave face and eat half because I had an audience.

It was nothing like the dish I thought I had ordered, which is the problem when you're trying to show off in front of your husband. :)
May. 1st, 2008 09:24 pm (UTC)
Ah,yes. I understand, now.

Yuck, patooie...
May. 1st, 2008 08:21 pm (UTC)
::note to self: stick to the "fake" Chinese food::

I used to work with someone whose in-laws have a Chinese/Dim Sum restaurant here in Atlanta (in the area of town affectionately referred to as Chambodia). Also REAL Chinese food. We usually got the new guys to eat tripe before telling them what it was. FWIW? Most of them liked it.

(On another note, they had this delightful steamed sponge cake that was to die for. Yum.)
May. 1st, 2008 08:36 pm (UTC)
I LOOOOVE tripe. (Stomach lining) Especially when it's steamed in Dragon sauce. This stuff? Looked... Well. It was clearly chunks of fat, sliced up small intestine (I hope) and jellied blood cubes. So...

Oooh, I love that steamed sponge cake!! NOM NOM NOM! And dim sum. I like most of the things I've had (hell, I like freakin' durian!) but this apparently is a dish that not many Taiwanese like. They told me later. *head desk*
May. 1st, 2008 08:46 pm (UTC)
I think I threw up a little in my mouth. Jellied blood? DEAR GOD WHAT?

I'll try most anything once (except mayonnaise. No negotiations there.) but I don't know if I could have eaten that. You are a far braver woman than I, Stoney my dear.

*asscones you*
May. 1st, 2008 08:57 pm (UTC)
Yeah. They kill something, collect the blood in a pan, and let it "set." Then they cut it into chunks. (Hungarians do this, too. The Irish do that and make morning sausage out of it. I've had those two things and liked the Irish sausages, actually.)

MAYONNAISE!! The bane of your existence.

*asscones you into NEXT WEEK*
May. 1st, 2008 09:53 pm (UTC)
It's not just the Hungarians and the Irish who do that too... :)
May. 1st, 2008 10:31 pm (UTC)
True, but their versions are the ones I've had. *G*
May. 1st, 2008 08:58 pm (UTC)
Oh baby. If you want to crawl into the shower and have a little cry and scrub at your tongue with your shaking fingers, I think that would be more than justified.

Sad in your mouth parts, indeed. :(
May. 1st, 2008 09:15 pm (UTC)
I think it'll be a Karen Silkwood shower as I cry up into the water, filling my mouth with its purity.

I mean, what could I do BUT eat it? They were all so pleased... I'm not joking, I had an audience of about 5 people cooing and clapping every time I took a bite.

I wonder if I spoke Chinese (it's a sushi place, but a Chinese woman owns it) if I'd hear them saying, "We put that on the menu to fool the white people, and look! We tricked this one into thinking we eat this!!"
May. 1st, 2008 09:31 pm (UTC)
Were they slipping each other money as they looked on? Or could you hear screams of laughter from the kitchen? It wasn't a coincidence.

Oh bless, you made a group of complete strangers happy by eating congealed blood. And if you go on Fear Factor just think how many more people you could make happy by eating bulls testicles bathed in a sauce of maggoty pus.

You would gain their love stoney, YOU MUST DO THIS!

(You are no longer allowed to order off the menu for me)
May. 1st, 2008 09:42 pm (UTC)
Oh, you are so wise in your wisdom. That's PROBABLY what happened.

And hahahahaha. I was just about to say back in your journal that I know JUST the place in NYC for chocolate-macadamia-biscuits, but now I won't tell you where.

And we'll just see if you can find the coconut mojito place. WE'LL JUST SEE. :D
May. 1st, 2008 09:56 pm (UTC)
You're holding out on the chocolate macademia biscuits AND the coconut mojitos? Now MY mouth is the one that's sad.

How does this sound: since I'm an anally retentive sad bastard I'm going to make a list on my journal of all the places I want to go to on my trip - for the NY bit make ticks of what you want to do as well and we can do that over the time you're there - I can do the rest of the stuff when I'm on my lonesome hanging out with hobos. AND if you have any suggestions just go 'hey, lets do this stoopid!'. Because quite frankly so far your 'lets eat and drink!' recommendations are working for me.

Or we can sit in the hotel all day watching soap operas, eating peanuts, and yelling out the window for New York to keep the noise down already.
May. 1st, 2008 10:29 pm (UTC)
I was actually talking to the Mr. about doing something like that. Getting my Manhattan map and marking down places I know to eat, drink, see, etc. and sending it to you so you could figure out how to either walk/take the subway without too many problems.

And honestly, no matter how many times you go to NYC, you always see something new, so museums, buildings, food, Central Park, you name it, I'm game. (Our hotel in Chelsea is a good mile and a half to Central Park. And close to Times Square. And right by where we can catch the subway - red line if you're looking - and go to Chinatown, Wall Street, wherever.

May. 1st, 2008 10:52 pm (UTC)
Awww, you're the bestest best of the best!

I was THIS CLOSE to staying in a place in Chelsea but ended up somewhere else, so this is great that we'll be there! *claps hands in glee*

(But seriously, this is your holiday too, so make sure that you're good with what we do, because like I said I can just do everything else later on, like sober up and gain function back into my liver.

Oh, and this reminded me, I forgot to add Chinatown, Times Square and Wall Street to my list. Dude, New York is BIG!
May. 1st, 2008 09:19 pm (UTC)
Oh noes! You poor, brave little culinary soldier. *hands you a case of Andes mints* I hope it was small intestine, too!

One of my co-workers unwittingly ate horse meat in France and still hasn't recovered from the trauma. At least you ate jellyfish, not Man O' War.
May. 1st, 2008 09:40 pm (UTC)
CHEVALLE! Oh, woe is ME (and her.) And the poor horse! *cries*

I do like jellyfish - it's very very tasty. It's the... innards of I don't know WHAT animal that upset me. It wasn't the innards I like, dangit! :D
May. 1st, 2008 09:42 pm (UTC)
Kudos for eating half! Even with an audience I would have bowed out on "special tofu." Ergh!

At our last Korean outing I ordered a cold buckwheat noodle dish with raw fish. The place also serves excellent sushi, so I made an assumption about the "raw fish." I think if they'd put pickled skate wing on the menu I would have made another choice...
May. 1st, 2008 09:44 pm (UTC)
Urk. I'm getting all funny in my tummy thinking about it. I haven't tossed up in years, and dammit, I'm not going to do it now!!

Oooh, I like buckwheat noodles. Why don't we just intrinsically know these culture's food items so we can make better choices!? i mean, I'm not going to give a first timer the mystery meat tacos with habanero sauce from the local taqueria. They get that the SECOND time we go out to eat.
May. 1st, 2008 10:20 pm (UTC)
You are a much braver woman than I.
May. 1st, 2008 10:31 pm (UTC)
I do this all in the name of science! And blogging to spare one of you, my beloved flisters, from my same fate!
May. 1st, 2008 10:48 pm (UTC)
Ok, tripitas I can (sometimes) handle.....but blood jelly? *hurls a bit*

I.....don't even want to think about that "food" experience.

May. 1st, 2008 11:24 pm (UTC)
You should think about ponies! Or cheesecake! Or an awesome song.

*helpful smile*
May. 1st, 2008 11:03 pm (UTC)
I stopped just where you said!

<3 <3 <3
May. 1st, 2008 11:23 pm (UTC)
*kisses you all over your face and neck*


<3 <3 <3
May. 2nd, 2008 01:14 am (UTC)
May. 2nd, 2008 02:56 am (UTC)
I would not have been fooled by the duck's blood jello because I have seen it before on dim sum carts. Many years ago, I was in Chinatown eating dim sum with a Chinese friend. She got very excited when this dish came around, exclaiming just like mom makes!

I will eat almost anything, but I will not eat jello made out of blood. Must be the Jewgirl in me.

(If you're wondering it's called ya hung in Chinese.)
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