"You know what that is?" asked Mikey.
"The pudding? No," I truthfully replied. It followed bacon, ham and sausage in their listings of meat sides on the menu, so it seemed to be in good company.
"That's cooked blood," Mikey informed me, with the verbal intonation that I had just ordered a drowned rat.
"You'll like it; it's good," came Jim, encouragingly. "I get it a lot at the Greek diners home on Long Island."
"It's a Greek thing?" I asked.
"Nah, but you can get anything at a Greek diner."
|Berkshire Pigs Blood|
This also means that it's hard to get black pudding, blood sausage, etc, as most people don't want it. Whenever I've seen it on a menu since, I've ordered it, and still probably only had it six or seven times in my life. So when I saw North Woods Ranch was selling their Berkshire blood by the pint, I was thrilled! Bringing the order home, Carla asked if I picked up a couple.
|Blood Swirling with Cream|
"I'm....I bought ten pints," I confessed.
"Of course you did," she gently teased me. I have a very understanding wife.
While at Pigstock, I helped to collect and chill the Mangalitsa blood, and then assisted a bit with making head cheese with blood and a large diameter blood sausage. But I've never actually made blood sausage by myself, start-to-finish. I went with a classic Boudin Noir recipe from The River Cottage Cookbook, as it seemed to be the simplest and most straightforward.
Starting out, I expected the blood to be temperamental and hard to work with, like making a delicate hollandaise sauce. Much to the contrary, the blood was a joy to work with and very easy to handle. I diced pork back fat into 1/4" cubes, then simmered them to help them cook (since they need more cooking to soften and the blood just needs to set when it cooks. While that cooked, I mixed blood with cream, bread crumbs, sauteed onions, quatre espices spice mix, and fresh thyme. Oliver at North Woods told me the slaughterhouse had added salt to the blood to keep it from coagulating, so I poached a mini blood dumpling and found no additional salt was needed. At the end, the combined mixture was like a loose batter, with small cubes of fat mixed in. I just funneled the blood into casings and tied them up
In reading various recipes, the main area of disaster in making boudin noir seems to be in the poaching. Too high of heat and the sausages will burst. The Au Pied de Cochon cookbook remarked that if you have a large enough volume of water at a boil, you can just turn the heat completely off and the residual heat will cook the sausages through.
I tried that method in my three gallon pot and it worked perfectly. The water was still above 200 F when I lowered in the cold boudin noir, which rapidly dropped the heat down to 180 F. After about 20 minutes the sausages' internal temps were just peaking over into 160 F.
Slicing one open, it looked beautiful. Creamy, brick red, and dotted with small, tender cubes of Berkshire fat. For dinner that night, I went French Bistro style and sauteed the boudin noir to serve with mashed potatoes and sauteed apples. The next day for lunch I tried it more casually, on half of a whole grain baguette with pickles and lettuce.
Also, my house looked like a crime scene at the end of the day. I'm going to need to get a Tide stick next time I make this.