boy was that offal stew fabulous!

sure, it was offal but man, was it was good.

slow cooked in a big pot suspended over a fire all day while everyone stood around in the freezing cold drinking domaće vino and rakija.

i could not get enough.

apparently my slow transition to in-your-face carnivore is complete.

offal stew. from freshly slaughtered pig.

but first, we had other bits of pig (i mean, really, if you're going to kill a living being, at least have the decency to make use of it all) served up in other interesting ways. there was, of course, prosciutto, then sausage, and then chunks of fat fried up with some spices.

but lordy lordy was that offal stew tasty. smelled like thanksgiving. mmmm, mmmm, especially whatever in the world it was in there that looked like chunks of muscle meat (except for the big empty veins visible on every side) but were all soft and spongy when you bit in.

mmmm, mmmm, good!