American Indian is to buffalo as Chinese is to duck
It has been a couple of days sense I have updated the blog, but we have been pretty busy, and in all honesty, we are a little tired. For me, it's mostly the fact that I haven't had a day off in quite a while. This has made me a little low on energy. Tami is going strong, but I think she misses cheese. I was able to add a couple more foods to my bucket list that I haven't eaten before; duck blood, not to be confused with pig blood, or pig blood cake, and duck feet. I have to say, I didn't see the duck feet coming. That is the one thing that I would have assumed they would have given up on and decided that enough was enough. After all, they don't eat the feathers.....at least I don't think so. The duck's feet were pickled, and basically tasted like pickled cartilage. How do I know what pickled cartilage taste like? Don't ask. All of this was served to us by the father of our host family. He took the time to make us a traditional home-made meal. Ev...