|Pig intestines. Toronto, Ontario, Canada. June 2016.|
Mmmm, pig intestines.
It's funny how tourism works. Oh, right, excuse me: traveling.
We take pictures of things we find extraordinary, but which local folks find ordinary.
Like, ooh, pig intestines! Or toe-biters!
Nothing wrong with this, just human nature. Animal nature, in fact. We stare at or draw closer to that which is different and curious to us.
Toronto seems to like its organs. Like those brains.
And these uteri:
|Uteri. Toronto, Ontario, Canada. June 2016.|
I'm sure uteri must be tasty, but I don't know. Kind of primal, like a new mother eating the placenta of her newborn. Does a woman feel the same about eating a uterus as a man feels about eating a uterus? Maybe this question also applies to eating fried scrota.
Is there a different flavor between a uterus that has never carried a fetus versus one that has?
Below is an excerpt from a Village Voice article on pig uteri:
The reproductive organs are slippery and crunchy--again, not unlike overcooked squid. But, like beef penis, uterus doesn't have much flavor, except a whiff of very wet dog, and an aftertaste of musky, murky piggishness.
|Pig tails. Toronto, Ontario, Canada. June 2016.|
The above pig tails don't fall into the organ category, but I've got to put them somewhere. Consider them a lagniappe. Brings back memories of the Step 'n Strut Trail Ride in Plaisance, Louisiana, a few years ago, at which fried pig tails were available. I regret I didn't try them then.
|Fried pig tails, Step n Strut, Plaisance, Louisiana. November 2014.|
While we're reminiscing, and speaking of brains, I remember those sizzling brains in Kutaisi, in Caucasus Georgia, which Sandy and I visited together.
|Brains, Kutaisi, Caucasus Georgia. March 2012.|