Bucket O' Guts

When I was a kid I remember my dad having a conversation with his boss, Bud Graves.  (aside: I credit Bud with the first rabbit I killed.  Funny story I might reminisce about later for my anti gun readers ;-)  Anyway, Bud was talking about some of the folk remedies people had when he was a kid. Oak bark tea was particularly unpleasant, but highly prescribed by Dr. Moms in Washington County before all the modern bottled medicine arrived.

On a similar vein, I recently spent a couple weeks with some guys in the north country of Mongolia, and for the second time enjoyed the medicinal delicacy I have named the "Bucket O' Guts."  Basically Dr. Moms here say each of the innards has a corresponding healthful benefit to our body (i.e. eating lung is good for the lungs, eating heart is good for the heart, etc).  Since I had contracted some kind of amoeba from bad milk product (i.e. had the squirts) I was advised to eat stomach and intestine to get better.

For the squeamish stop here . . . . 

I warned you . . . .

Stomach, tastes a bit like an inner tube soaked in fermented grass.  You really gotta work to get it down.  Intestine (both large and small) are filled with blood which coagulates when boiled, a bit like sausage if you really use your imagination.  If you like the taste when someone punches you in the mouth you would probably love it.  Being the good patient I sampled every organ (liver and kidney were particularly nice) then drank a cup o' gut juice.  Call me crazy, but that stuff was EXCELLENT.  A bit like hot broth on crack and steroids.

Effect?  Not sure if it was the Imodium or the Bucket O' Guts, but I didn't run to the crapper the rest of the day.

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