My sister used to laugh at me because I would always take a sip of her beer, if she made me, to see if I liked that brand. I’ve never liked the taste but it just proved a point about who I am: I will try almost anything at least once (and sometimes multiples times). The exception to that rule is olives. I’ve tried enough to know I don’t like them. Unless they’re black olives, finely chopped, and in Texas Caviar – yum!
If I were to list the weird things I’ve eaten, well, some people might lose their appetite or never looks at certain animals the same ever again. I think cow wins for being the animal I’ve tried the most parts of.
My friend Ada has been telling me for the last week that I need to try Ciorba de Burta which is a Romanian soup. She may have told me what it was, but honestly, most often people just hand me something with a grin on their face and say: “Here, eat this!” And I, of course, oblige.
So yesterday she called a friend to meet us so he could take us where they serve Ciorba de Burta. Do I ask what it is? Nope! Although she told me when I took a bite.
So, what is Ciorba de Burta? Tripe soup…with a cream base. In all honesty, not bad. A little squishy but not as rubbery as some tripe or intestine I’ve had.
Oops! Sorry, did you just loose your appetite?