I recently came across pajata (pagliata) in a Roman restaurant and felt that was already quite adventurous but that's nothing compared to the olden days, I guess!
When we were kids my Mom used to buy and cook lung... From a calf or cow I think. She cut it in cubes and cooked it in a stew with tomato sauce. Although we were urged to taste everything, this was something I couldn't stomach! I remember when she said she could no longer buy it... I was thrilled!! I do however, love calves brains and sweetbreads! Thanks for the great post!
This is remarkable, and stomach-churning. Realistically, I'm out after the fried dough. But the effort put into raising a self-indulgent, drunken, exploding pig is something that truly gave me pause. There are so many political, social, metaphorical levels of that recipe that I can hardly process it, much less eat it.
The Peacock for sure sounds great
I recently came across pajata (pagliata) in a Roman restaurant and felt that was already quite adventurous but that's nothing compared to the olden days, I guess!
When we were kids my Mom used to buy and cook lung... From a calf or cow I think. She cut it in cubes and cooked it in a stew with tomato sauce. Although we were urged to taste everything, this was something I couldn't stomach! I remember when she said she could no longer buy it... I was thrilled!! I do however, love calves brains and sweetbreads! Thanks for the great post!
This is remarkable, and stomach-churning. Realistically, I'm out after the fried dough. But the effort put into raising a self-indulgent, drunken, exploding pig is something that truly gave me pause. There are so many political, social, metaphorical levels of that recipe that I can hardly process it, much less eat it.
That Italian Cuisine video is so funny! (and I mean when you have cuisine like that -- a lot is forgiven!)