IdleRich
IdleRich
In Portuguese supermarkets you see millions of sausages for sale. Row and rows in the form of cold meat, also short, fat snag-style (I think that the right name) Brazilian sausages for the barbecue, and three main types of traditional Portuguese sausages for cooking that hang in clear plastic packets of one. Two types - chorico and morcela - most of you will be familiar with (or at least the Spanish equivalents) but the third type, farinheira, maybe some of you won't.
My understanding is that when Jews were persecuted and eventually given the choice of converting to Christianity or dying by the pogroms, they were sometimes tested to see if they had truly converted by being forced to demonstrate that they were cool with eating pork in the form of the sausage. They came up with a cunning way of getting around this by stuffing a skin with flour (and maybe something else such as chicken fat or cod) and cooking this up as a pseudo-sausage. Nowadays these still exist but the main flavouring tends to be, er, pork fat.
Good ones are really tasty, they are kinda crumbly and greasy and fall apart one cooked when you try and slice them. We sprang for one of the more expensive ones with the fat coming from so-called black pork which comes from a special kind of pig which mainly eats acorns and has a particular flavour. They were fucking lush and we ate them on rye bread with a strawberry and piri-piri chutney to cut through the richness, plus a few amazing Russian pickled tomatoes on the side (I truly don't know how they get them so tasty) washed down with a few glasses of red wine as a really beautiful 5.30am snack (my bodyclock has just completely given up any semblance of pretending to know what is supposed to happen when.



My understanding is that when Jews were persecuted and eventually given the choice of converting to Christianity or dying by the pogroms, they were sometimes tested to see if they had truly converted by being forced to demonstrate that they were cool with eating pork in the form of the sausage. They came up with a cunning way of getting around this by stuffing a skin with flour (and maybe something else such as chicken fat or cod) and cooking this up as a pseudo-sausage. Nowadays these still exist but the main flavouring tends to be, er, pork fat.
Good ones are really tasty, they are kinda crumbly and greasy and fall apart one cooked when you try and slice them. We sprang for one of the more expensive ones with the fat coming from so-called black pork which comes from a special kind of pig which mainly eats acorns and has a particular flavour. They were fucking lush and we ate them on rye bread with a strawberry and piri-piri chutney to cut through the richness, plus a few amazing Russian pickled tomatoes on the side (I truly don't know how they get them so tasty) washed down with a few glasses of red wine as a really beautiful 5.30am snack (my bodyclock has just completely given up any semblance of pretending to know what is supposed to happen when.



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