If you saw me in Munich, you wouldn’t believe that I’m not much of a meat eater. You definitely wouldn’t believe that I’m a recovered vegan, but it’s true. For five days, I was a total carnivore.
First dinner in Germany: delicious juicy roast pork with a crispy skin, a big potato dumpling, and a kraut salad.
Barbeque dinner at Andrea's bestie's house. The gigantic wieners are stuffed with cheese and wrapped in bacon, just to prove a point, I suppose.
Andrea is a very proud Bavarian, so she wanted to make me taste the very Bavarian specialty of wießwurst (white sausage). It’s traditionally eaten for breakfast, so one morning, she took me to the lovely café where she used to work for a breakfast of juice, coffee, and weißwurst.
This is what weißwurst looks like.
Andrea explained to me that you don’t eat the casing of this particular sausage. You cut into into at one end, then slurp the meat out of the casing. Needless to say, immature fellatio jokes ensue.
I wondered how sausage could possibly be white, but I liked the taste just fine. I wasn’t crazy about fellating it, though, because I didn’t care for the texture of the casing dangling like an overgrown foreskin at the end of the weiner.
It was only after I began struggling with that foreskin that Andrea said, “Do you know what the casing is made of?”
Cue foreboding music.
“How do you call the part of the intestines where the poop is made?”
Spit take! “The colon?!”
“I think they have some way of cleaning the poop,” she said to console me.
I did not proceed with the sucking process. I took the slightly less brave route of cutting open the colon to remove the shit with a knife and fork.
This is what the colon looks like when you're done.
I’ll save my last Bavarian meal for my next entry on Bavaria Day!
EJ in Angers 