Blood and Guts II.
Actually sounds like a name for a corny movie sequel! It is in fact the second part of the post regarding:
- Duck Blood Larb (see previous entry)
- Beef Innards (Tripe and Offal)
We needed super fresh innards and I had managed to find a cow that would be slaughtered at noon. “Fresh as possible”.
Some viewers may find some of the photographs graphic, hence the photos appear after the “read the rest of this entry” link.
Tripe comes from the stomach of the animal and Offal means the edible entrails and organs (think: heart, liver, brain, tongue etc…). In the USA the latter is often called Organ or Variety Meats. We just call them, Yummy!
Countless cultures feature these types of foods on their menus, with many dishes being considered as delicacies. Even those whom frown upon or are disgusted by the thought of eating these meats naively consume burgers and sausages.
In a sadistic way, I wanted to “meet” my bovine friend, who was unwittingly going to give me her blood and guts.
Sad, I know.
However as a cook, I think you should be able to look at your meat in its live state and respect what mother nature has provided you with. The highest respect you can show mother nature is to eat everything from the animal, and let´s face it, if you´re going to eat it, it has to be killed.
My contact told me that somebody had purchased the cow for its meat, and if I wanted, I could come and collect the tripe and offal, the items that the buyer didn’t want at the slaughtering. Its strange to think that so many Spanish dishes feature the tripe and offal from pigs, but hardly use those from the cow. Better for me…
A short drive through the countryside led me to the “Finca” where a herd of cattle grazed and enjoyed their lazy day.
My friend Daisy (I know…, its a cheesy name…) was led in to an iron passageway. There was a “clang” as the gate closed behind her. There wasn’t much room for her to move in the passageway, Daisy could only go forward. One of the workers gingerly climbed up the steps overlooking the “Death Row” and nonchalantly placed a rope around her horns. Was he going to hang her? Er, nope.
Another worker climbed up the opposite side holding what looked like a green coloured pressure washer lance, like those two-handed jet-powered guns you see people use to spray water on their cars with. But he wasn’t going to give her a wash. In fact he delivered 300 volts to the back of her head. Quick and fast.
Its wasn’t the electric shock that would send Daisy to the big ranch in the sky, the shock just rendered her unconscious.
What killed her was the slitting of her throat.
Watching this didn’t seem too bad as I though it might. I mean, Daisy lived a carefree life, was allowed to roam on hectares of land, feeding on copious bails of hay. She wasn’t traumatised by being squashed in to an overloaded lorry and driven for miles in sweating and cramped conditions. Quick and fast.
I finally realised why she had the rope around her horns. The other end was tied to the back of a pickup truck which unceremoniously dragged her the short distance to where she would be sectioned. Its easier to drag a dead cow away by truck.