So, it was our first full day in Scotland! I wanted to try a traditional food during breakfast. I glanced through the rows of silver pots in the buffet and decided to go with Black Pudding. In case you did't know: I am a vegetarian and so are my parents. My dad also took some of the blacked pudding. When I tried it it was;t anything special so I ate some of it, so did my dad. I thought this dish was some burnt pudding with oatmeal and spices.
"You guys, I think there is meat in that." Said my mom.
"Noooooo… There isn't." my dad and I explained to her.
"Are you sure about that?"
"We are positive! It's just pudding."
"I'm telling you… " My mom sighed.
Then she whipped out her phone and searched up what is in blacked pudding.
She started, "You might want to hear this," then she read it out loud. "Scottish Blacked Pudding is traditionally made with oatmeal, some spices and… pork blood. I told you."
"Ewww!!!! Yucky!"
I gulped down some water and regretted my choice. I had lost my appetite. Now I know: Black Pudding is not Pudding!
"You guys, I think there is meat in that." Said my mom.
"Noooooo… There isn't." my dad and I explained to her.
"Are you sure about that?"
"We are positive! It's just pudding."
"I'm telling you… " My mom sighed.
Then she whipped out her phone and searched up what is in blacked pudding.
She started, "You might want to hear this," then she read it out loud. "Scottish Blacked Pudding is traditionally made with oatmeal, some spices and… pork blood. I told you."
"Ewww!!!! Yucky!"
I gulped down some water and regretted my choice. I had lost my appetite. Now I know: Black Pudding is not Pudding!
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