So, you’re asking about pig blood, huh? Funny story how I got to know a bit about that stuff. It wasn’t like I went looking for it, you know, like some health guru. Nope, life just kinda threw it at me.
My “Pig Blood Phase”
It all started a few years back. I had this period where I was staying with my cousin. She’s a great gal, but man, she was super into what she called “traditional goodness.” And her big thing? Pig blood. Seriously, almost every other day, there it was. She’d go to this specific butcher, get the freshest stuff, or so she said. I remember watching her first few times. She’d get this wobbly block of dark red stuff. Looked like giant jelly to me.
Her process was pretty straightforward. First, she’d rinse it. Lots of rinsing. She’d say, “Gotta make sure it’s clean, you know!” Then she’d chop it into cubes. Little dark red cubes. Then, most of the time, she’d throw it into a soup or a stir-fry with lots of ginger and spring onions. She swore it was the best way to “get all the benefits.”
So, I ended up eating a lot of pig blood. Like, a LOT. What did I think? Well, the texture was… unique. Kinda like firm tofu but also a bit more, I dunno, dense? And the taste? It wasn’t strong, not like liver or anything, especially with all the other stuff she cooked it with. It was just… there. Sometimes a bit metallic, maybe? It’s hard to explain.
What I Figured Out (Or Didn’t)
Now, did I suddenly feel like Popeye after eating spinach? Nah. Not really. My cousin, she believed it was amazing for “cleansing the system” and “giving you iron.” She’d point to her rosy cheeks and say, “See? Pig blood!” Maybe it worked for her, who knows?
I tried to pay attention, see if I felt any different. Honestly, I didn’t notice much. Maybe I wasn’t as tired on some days? But then again, I was also sleeping more back then, so who’s to say what did what. It wasn’t like a magic pill or anything.
I did hear lots of talk about it, though.
- Some folks, like my cousin, absolutely swore by it. Said it was packed with good stuff.
- Then you’d hear other people being a bit iffy. Worried about where it came from, if it was really clean. Someone once told me a story about their uncle getting a bad stomach after eating some that wasn’t prepared right.
- And then there are some folks who just won’t touch it, period. For all sorts of reasons.
So, yeah. My big pig blood experiment wasn’t really an experiment. It was just something I ate for a while. It’s one of those foods, I guess. People have strong feelings about it, one way or another. For me? It was just part of dinner for a few months. No miracles, no disasters. Just… food.
It’s funny how you stumble into learning about these things, right? Not from a book, but just from, well, living. And eating what’s put in front of you!
