...and its name is Boudin. Blood sausage in English. Unfortunately, I thought it was just regular sausage and was sorely sorely mistaken. For those of you who don't know what this is, gag with me:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blood_sausage
Yea, so I was starving, but ate like two bites of it because even looking at it made me want to gag. For those of you who know how enthusiastic I am about conquering new foods and old ones, you'll know how bad this must have been. I ate a lot of bread, and just sort of sat there, and the woman came over and asked if things were ok, and I just politely said I was finished, and she was like, "did you know what this was? (in French...actually, for all future quotations, they probably were in French unless otherwise noted)" I shook my head no. She sighed, felt bad, and brought me a free piece of chocolate cake. score, sort of.
this occured in the town of Auxerre, where I took a day trip today, but I am currently based out of Avallon. I had an amazing meal tonight in Avallon, though I was only 5 times as hungry as at lunch, so anything probably would have been good. But it was this fancy buffet, and also a salmon sopping in butter sauce. They serve salmon upside down here from how they do in the u.s. or maybe it is rightside up here. deep philosophical thoughts i'm having here over salmon.
auxerre was cute, but not particularly exciting. i head to vezelay tomorrow. it is supposed to be rainy for the next few days...i hope the weather report is wrong :(
anyway, i should probably finish up my writing early tonight so i can get a good night's sleep finally
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