I vowed NEVER to eat blood pudding, blood sausage, anything with a head (or feet) still attached - mystery meat of any kind while here in the UK. Well... I've gone against my word yet again. And to be truthful, it was a pleasant surprise.
Tim and I went out with friends of ours, Sarah and Lloyd, this past weekend (sans children). We visited a great tapas restaurant in Soho and since Lloyd is English, he had some insider info into a few of the English (with a Spanish twist) "meat" dishes that we had never been brave enough to order in the past. The blood pudding was more than tolerable, it actually had a lovely smokey quality to it. Almost made me forget I was eating congealed pig's blood. Almost. The second dish that piqued our interest was pork belly. I hear all about this latter delightful treat on the food network and the travel channel, but had never had the nerve to try it personally. Unfortunately, this might be a new addiction. A-M-A-Z-I-N-G. Though I swear my pants tightened the second this delectable treat hit my lips.
So while Tim and I dipped our toes into the English delicacy pool, Charlotte had her own adventurous moment. Well, an American experience would be a better way to describe it. She had... ready for it?... Pancakes! With maple syrup and berries! She ate an entire kid's portion yesterday. Perhaps not that impressive... but being in the 9th percentile for weight, this little stinker can sure hold her own at 18 lbs 9 oz.
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