You know...before I show pictures from our day in London, I must relate a bit about our first glimpses of this great city, which occurred at the beginning of our trip, on the way to India. And I must relate to you our "Mystery of the Black Pudding." (We were in Sherlock Holmes country, you know!)
We landed in London's Heathrow Airport to find the city blanketed in snow...and the entire city quite shut down. So...we spent one night in a nearby hotel. Actually, it was a blessing for me, as I've always found the long trip to India so physically taxing. And besides that, due to the confusion in Houston, we were bumped to first-class seats, and I was able to actually stretch out and sleep!
We loved playing a bit in the snow...and were filled with anticipation of what might be ahead.
The next morning, we enjoyed a traditional English breakfast buffet...resplendent with pastries and fruit and omelets and pancakes and...(drum roll, please)...BLACK PUDDING. Okay, these Texas gals were rather naive about culinary treats from around the world, so we were anxious to give everything a try. Besides, this was London, where, we reasoned, food would be sensible. We would be more cautious in India.
Hungrily devouring the food piled high on our plates, we were in "hog heaven." (Little did we know!) But there was the mystery. What in the world was this stuff which was labeled "Black Pudding?" Some kind of fried sausage, I thought. Crystal and I did not like the taste, but Rachel dug right in, and ate the whole thing.
As we checked out, I was determined to solve "The Mystery of the Black Pudding," and inquired as to what in the world it was.
"Oh...it is good for you! Full of vi-tamins," (English pronounce the word "vitamins" with a short i sound in the syllable "vi". You simply must hear this pronunciation in your head!)
"Yes...but WHAT IS IT, ma'am?", I innocently asked.
"Oh...it is the blood of pigs...which has been fried. Very full of vi-tamins," was her reply.
BLAH! BLAH, BLAH, BLAH!!! When I told the girls, we were all aghast!! I'm afraid it tainted a bit our impression of Londoners. HOW COULD THEY EAT THAT?
Some mysteries are better left unsolved, I think.
(If you are still curious, look here for details and yucky pictures about Black Pudding. And just WHY do they call the nasty stuff "pudding?")