Yesterday, I ate a Pig's Gall Bladder.
It was meaty, with some fat. A little chewy.
I was told it had been dedicated to Buddha in a Temple Festival a day or so prior.
I thought about Paul when he talked about eating meat sacrificed to idols. I didn't remember all the ins and outs of what he had to say, so I just ate it anyways. I didn't want to be rude.
I asked them if it was going to give me magical powers or something. They said, no, it's just special. That made me feel better about eating it.
It wasn't bad, but I don't think I'm going to make Gall Bladder a dietary habit.
Later that night, I had chicken rump, and chicken stomach. It was from the nice lady at the mixed meat stand.
I made up for it, though. Finished my night with a big American Chili's burger, topped off with a White Chocolate Molten Cake... and some Carmel Popcorn while I watched the new 007 flick.