I'm glad to see my blog is getting the job done...or is it? I found out last night that my friends thought I was in Barbados rather than Barcelona. I don't even know if I know how to spell Barbados...I have no business visiting there! I should have expected that my friends would get side tracked as soon as they heard the BAR part come out of my mouth. I'm certain that's where I lost them.
How did I do on the spelling?
While in Barbados...i mean, Barcelona I was bragging that I was being adventurous in the foods that I was trying. Well, I had no idea exactly HOW adventurous I was being. It seems that I have just been clued into what one of the items I ate from the spread of food from 4 different Spanish regions. I ate (and i'm having a little baby throw up in my mouth as I type this) something called Goat's blood stuffed sausage. Now if you're not sure what that is, it's a piece of sausage filled with goat's blood. Seriously.
I'm going to brush my teeth now.
1 comment:
I've noticed when traveling through Europe that if something is called blood something it typically means it's held together by blood or features blood prominently throughout the dish.
Post a Comment