My oldest son had his 10th birthday this week. I told him he could have anything he wanted for dinner, so he chose – Blood Pudding.
Blood Pudding? You know, an American kid would have chosen an Oreo pie covered in ice cream. Blood pudding?
In my 14 years in Sweden, I had managed to avoid blood pudding. But it was my son’s birthday wish, so yes, I ate the blood pudding.
Verdict – … interesting.