10 Membranes

Offal

At the minute I am rather in to offal. On Friday night I had haggis; on Saturday I had tripe. Several weeks ago I had an incredible construction made from bits of pig head. Offal stinks of the farmyard, of freshness and shit, it tastes like the countryside red and brown in tooth, claw and asshole. It’s rough and not for the squeamish. Hearts, lungs, kidneys, stomachs, intestines, weird bits of animal that you didn’t really know you could eat, all of it mashed up on a plate, served for £18.75 and wham bam Michelin star time. In India I tried goat’s brain; apparently in Kensington there is a restaurant famous for it’s goats testicle. Bring it.