Black Puddings

Hi there Tiger Jean , thanks for that bit of info, I thought they would all be gone by now. Yes they were a great feed, loved the eels.

Morning all, I think Louis is right. Since the CJD scare a lot of new rules were brought in reguarding the use of animal blood. No idea what they use now. Cheers, Albi.

Never wasa so much spoken about any thing as humble as the Black Pudding, wonderful as it is. If they can produce synthetic oil I suppose synthetic blood is possible, but somehow it just does not sound right. What amazes me more is the fact we are still allowed to call it 'Black' pudding. How long before the politicaly correct brigade say that is racist?:eek: After all they killed off the Robertsons ********.

How true mate. Mind you, it'll only be caucasians who can't call it black pudding!!
It's all about the money.

Well, everybody , tonight I sampled my first ever, Spanish back pudding. It was different but very nice. The only way I can discribe it is somewhere between a Bury black pudding and a [ Sottish Haggis ] and I love them both so well worth a try.:):):p:D

Hi Jean , got them from a deli in Harrogate. My daughter works there part time and she brought them over as a gift knowing my passioin for black puddings. Like I said before well worth a go.

Hi Jim, have to agree with you about Greenwich. When I swallowed the anchor the first job I had was as a barman in the 'Hare and Billet' on Blackheath., that would have been about early 1966. Wonder if it is still there?

Turned over channels earlier, thought I had found a prog on the Black stuff, intrigued to see no mention of blood - RE: EARLIER POSTINGS: as I continued to watch, found this was actually Haggis in the making. Hopefully, next time I channel hop - will find a prog on BP ?

As I walked down Pendle hill I could see the Jam Butty plantations far to my right .

I went down past Sabden treacle mines and sat by the ginger beer stream I heard far away in the distance the unforgettable sound of The Black pudding Bird that nests in the rhubarb trees above Padiham.

A Black pudding Bird is a small animal native to Lancashire. Well when I say animal, actually it's a bird with vestigial wings - like the ostrich. Because the habitat of the Black Pudding Bird in exclusively mountainous, and because it is always found on the sides of Pennies, it has evolved a rather strange gait. The poor thing has only three legs, and each leg is a different length - the result of this is that when hunting Black Pudding Birds, you must get them on to a flat plain - then they are very easy to catch - they can only run round in circles.

After catching your Black Pudding Bird, and dispatching it in time honoured fashion, it is cooked in boiling water for a period of time, and then served with potatoes and turnips.

The Black Pudding Bird is considered a great delicacy in Lancashire, and as many of your compatriots will tell you, it tastes great - many visitors from the U.S. have been known to ask for second helpings of Black Pudding Bird!

The noise Black Pudding Bird make during the mating season gave rise to that other great Lancashire invention, the Lancashire pipes.

Many other countries have tried to establish breeding colonies of Black Pudding Bird, but to no avail - it's something about the air and water in the Pennines, which once the Black Pudding Bird is removed from that environment, they just pine away.

A little known fact about the Black pudding bird is its aquatic ability - you would think that with three legs of differing lengths, the poor wee beastie wouldn't be very good at swimming, but as some of the Pennine hillsides have rather spectacular lakes on them, over the years, the Black Pudding Bird has learned to swim very well. When in water, it uses its vestigial wings to propel itself forward, and this it can do at a very reasonable speed.

Black Pudding Birds are by nature very playful creatures, and when swimming, very often swim in a group - a bit like ducks - where the mother will swim ahead, and the youngsters follow in a line abreast. This is a very interesting phenomenon to watch, as it looks something like this:

Many people, living in Lancashire, during the first forty years of the 20th century, knew about the Sabden treacle mines. Above Sabden village, where the road winds over the Nick of Pendle, on both sides of the road there are signs of excavations. These mounds of earth looking very much part of the moorland, are supposedly the original sites of the entrances to the SABDEN TREACLE MINES.

Those curious to know, what happened to the mines, were told stories about treacle eating boggarts and that the area was best avoided in the hours of darkness. Most regarded these stories as huge jokes and anyone who believed that you could dig treacle out of the ground, were just plain daft. This is exactly what the P.I.E. agents (the Treacle Miners' Secret Army) wanted the curious to believe.

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I never ever heard of black pudding being boiled, but for those of that pursuasion no doubt it is tasty. Who would have thought a post about the humble black pudding would attract almost 170 replies and be viewed by almost 3,000. :eek: