Black Pudding: A Classic Christmas Recipe

A few years ago my friend Alexei gifted me a first edition of the translated Larousse Gastronomique, the French cooking bible by Prosper Montagné. Alexei was a professional chef for a while, as well as working on a fig farm in the South of France, and it embarrassed him that one of his friends (me) once thought putting cinnamon on tilapia was a good idea. I’ve gotten better.

I read a few pages of it every once in a while, and although the cooking instructions offered are excellent (if a little inexact for someone like me who would like to know what temperature to set the oven at (not really an oversight of the author, really, since it was written before ovens had temperature dials)) it is the anecdotes, stories, and historical revelations woven throughout that make this book priceless.

I was trying to learn how to roast a pork tenderloin last night (something I “know” how to do but still, I thought I’d see if the Larousse had any insight, which it did: salt, bay leaf, and powdered thyme as a rub for a few hours before cooking) when I saw the entry for Black Pudding.

Here’s what Prosper has to say about Black Pudding:

A large sausage made of pig’s blood and suet enclosed in an intestine.

According to some historians, black pudding, as we know it today, is one of the few Assyrian dishes which have come down to us still greatly resembling those made by the pork butchers of Tyre, who, it is said, excelled in this type of preparation.”

Propser goes on to say that black pudding is a traditional French Christmas dish, served after the Christmas midnight mass.

Before going on to provide some variations on recipes for black pudding, Prosper offers his reader the delight of a recipe in poem form, quoting “cook and poet” Achille Ozanne:

Préparez des oignons, hachés menus, menus,

Qu’avec autant de lard sur un feu doux l’on passe,

Les tournant tant, qu’ils soient d’un beau blond devenus,

Et que leur doux arome envahisse l’espace…

Mêlez le tout au sang, puis, bien assaisonnez,

De sel, poivre et muscade, ainsi que des épices;

Un verre de Cognac; après: vous entonnez

Dans les boyaux de porc, dont l’un des orifices

Est d’avance fermé, et dès qu’ils sont remplis,

Ficelez l’autre bout, et dans l’eau frémissante

Plongez touse les boudins! Ces travaux accomplis,

Egouttez-les après vingt minutes d’attente.”

The Larousse translators offer the following English version of Mssr. Ozanne’s recipe-in-poem:

Chop the onions, finely, finely,

Toss them in an equal amount of fat on a low fire,

Stirring them, until they are a beautiful golden colour,

And their fragrance pervades all round…

Blend them with blood then season well with

Salt, pepper, nutmeg, and the spices;

A glass of brandy and then you stuff the mixture

Into a pig’s intestine, one end of which

Has previously been sealed. As soon as this is filled,

Tie up the other end and into simmering water

Plunge the black pudding! Once this is done,

You give them twenty minutes, and drain.”

The translation makes me laugh.

But look at how simple the instructions are! Cook some minced onions, mix in the blood, add some spices, add some brandy, stuff into a pig intestine and then boil! That’s so simple! (Also, look at how short my poem would have been. I am not a poet cook.)

So, who is going to be enjoying some Black Pudding this Christmas?


You know you want to. It’s for Jesus.

Throwdown with Backpacking Dad

Tonight my episode of “Throw Down with Bobby Flay” finally aired. I’ve been keeping it under wraps for a long time and I can’t believe I finally get to share the story with you.

I sent Bobby and The Food Network a video challenge: Come to Oklahoma and cook a Thanksgiving Dinner that is better than the one I can make. Now, people in Oklahoma know how to eat, and I know how to cook for them, and I was sure Bobby stood no chance. I threw away life in the big city to move out to a ranch years ago and while Bobby has been whipping up Iron Chef caliber meals I’ve been mastering real cooking.

Bobby had allies in his kitchen, including an advisor from the James Beard Foundation. But I had horses or something. And lots of Stetson.

Hang on. I’m pretty sure that wasn’t me. Where’s Oklahoma?

How cool would it be, though, if a blogger got national attention like that. I know, I know. It will never happen. Blogs are stupid.

I bet the blogger would win that Throwdown, though. Bobby never wins.

Unexpectedly Stupid Move While Storing Pork Chops in the Freezer

I have these wire shelves in my freezer. I suppose what they’re good for is preventing things from pooling or something. But what they are really good for is getting wrapped around by unfrozen things that are on their way to being frozen.

Pork Chops

I toss things in the freezer with reckless abandon and they freeze into weird shapes all the time. That isn’t usually a problem because I do slow-thaws in the fridge rather than quick-thaws in the microwave where the weird shape might affect thaw rates. But I never considered the very real possibility that I would end up with a pork chop that was frozen around the wire rack, requiring that I remove the entire shelf and run it under warm water just to get the bag to release itself.

And now, because I’ve started the thawing process, I have to make pork chops tonight.

What’s your favourite pork chop recipe? And will you come make it?