Tom, Scotland has the same chances as Alonso.
Haggis does not scare us. We've lived through worse things.
Principessa and Mikey_s can mention the existence of balkenbrij. Think about it: they call themselves or, at least,
they call their neighbors with the funny name of Flems, ehem... that says it all.
I have to mention that the balkenbrij recipe I googled starts with
"1 pig's head without lower jaw".
When I ate it I was told it has heart, literally. And I mean literally. They did not mention the head, but they must have improved the recipe. Maybe what I had was not balkenbrij but bakleverworst. I'll never be sure, they speak several languages. At the same time.
Ray probably has survived the experience of
boudin from his southern Cajun cousins, which, I believe,
basically live in a swamp. They are proud hunters, which means you chew carefully, looking first for ammo embedded in the food. What the heck can be in these red bottles in the background, I question myself (and I don't want to be answered, believe me).
I'm sure Dumrick knows or can claim to have seen tripas. Tripas is the same as guts or tripes and
they mean it. People in Oporto call themselves tripeiros, which you can translate as tripers. With one p. I quote (and I am not making this up): "Tripas have been prepared ... since the times of Henry the Navigator". This people is hard.
When you read his posts, think that he is a brave soul: not only he lives in a country that most people forget to mention when asked about the EU BUT there is a chance he has eaten them.
He is a typical Renault fan, hardened in battle.
I know of chunchullo. It's colombian, period.
It's like haggis, probaby brought by our scottish forefathers, but it ended taken out of the stomach and put into guts, filled with a disgusting liquid made from recipes whispered from cook to cook. It is hard to comprehend for some vegans. This photo I took from Flickr, where a brave soul declares
he ate that to fight a hangover:
Of course, we can put our "African Union - Darfur Defense Forces" blue helmets on, and we can guarantee your roomates will eat haggis "to the last drop", lungs included.
Sorry, Belatti, my mistake.
bhallg2k, I figure I owe you about a year of life... maybe if you spend an hour at Tom's lunch you'll think you have gotten it back. This dinner will seem to last a year. Besides, I've heard that
for every year you spend in this forum, they pardon you five years in purgatory.
Anyway, I like to write; thanks sincerely for skimming through this text.
I can imagine the reading load you have, so no offense implied in the following text, I'm just pondering. Besides, I bet it's the first time that chunchullo and Verne have been mentioned in the same post:
I have to say I love "Paris in the XXth century" by Jules Verne. He wrote it in the 1860's, in a time when many persons were analphabets.
He said, romantic to the bone, from these remote times:
"in the XXth century, everybody knew how to read, but nobody did".
This photo reminds me of Michael Schumacher, don't know why. Must be the nose.
I know you're right anyway, bhall. At a recent press conference several drivers were asked what did they think about the war in Iraq.
Robert Kubica, "bravest of the bravest", was the only one to say:
"I think this is a Formula One conference, I won't answer that question".
But, hey, I'm not a professional driver: I can say I hate it.
