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History's Weirdest Recipes
 
Roast Cockatrice

            Here's a 500-year-old recipe from England with a translation by James Solheim. A cockatrice was a mythical creature, half pig and half rooster (capon). No medieval feast was complete without a juicy roast cockatrice for the guests to eat!
 

Middle English Modern English
Take a Capoun, & skald   
hym, & draw hem clene, & smyte   
hem a-to in þe waste ouerþwart;   
take a Pigge, & skald hym, & draw   
hym in þe same maner, & smyte   
hem also in þe waste; take a nedyl   
& a þrede, & sewe þe fore partye   
of the Capoun to þe After parti of þe   
Pygge; & þe fore partye of þe Pigge,   
to þe hynder partye of þe Capoun,   
& þan stuffe hem as þou stuffyst a   
Pigge; putte hem on a spete, &   
Roste hym; & whan he is y-now,   
dore hem with olkys of Eyroun, &   
pouder Gyngere & Safroun, þenne   
wyth þe Ius of Percely with-owte;  
& þan serue it forth for a ryal mete.
Take a capon [rooster], & scald   
it, & clean out the guts, & cut   
it in two in the waist crosswise;   
take a piglet, & scald it, & clean   
it in the same manner, & cut   
it also in two in the waist; take a    
needle & thread, & sew the front   
part of the capon to the rear part of the   
pig, & the front part of the pig   
to the hind part of the capon,   
& then stuff it as you stuff a   
pig; put it on a spit, &   
roast it, and when it is roasted   
enough, glaze it with yolks of eggs,   
powdered ginger & saffron, then with   
the juice of parsley on the outside,  
& then serve it forth for a royal food.
 
What's More Disgusting Than
a Mouthful of Boiled Flamingo?

           Writing a book like It's Disgusting is a complicated affair. Everything has to fit into just the right spot on a certain page—and that page has to fit just right into the overall organization of the book. And since It's Disgusting covers the entire world, it's very hard to narrow the material down to one book's worth.
            A book starts out as a mess of ideas, a mess of notes, and a mess of rough drafts. During the even messier process of working with editors, the author turns the book into a polished final product ready for the illustrator.
            Occasionally, something truly wonderful has to be left out because it just didn't fit.

            So: What's more disgusting than a mouthful of boiled flamingo?
            Answer: Having to remove a fascinating recipe for boiled flamingo from your book!

            Here are some of the items that had to be (horribly, appallingly, revoltingly) REMOVED from It's Disgusting—and We Ate It!. . . .
 

 
Boiled Flamingo
 
(an actual 2,000-year-old Roman recipe adapted into modern terms by James Solheim)
Do Not Try This at Home!
 
 
        1. Scald the flamingo with the feathers still on. 
        2. Wash it and remove the feathers and other parts not meant for eating. 
        3. Stuff it with greens, celery leaves, etc., and tie it to keep its shape. Coat it in lard. 
        4. Boil the bird in a pot of water with salt, dill, and a little vinegar. 
        5. Put the half-cooked bird in a sauce pan and brown in oil. Add a bunch of leeks and coriander. Add a little broth. Cover and continue cooking. 
        6. To add color, pour in some grape juice thickened by heating. 
        7. Crush some spices—pepper, cumin, coriander, laser root, mint, and rue. Moisten them with vinegar. 
        8. Add dates and some of the juice from the sauce pan. Stir this back into the sauce and simmer. 
        9. Add flour and cook till thickened. Strain and pour the sauce over the bird. 

        The recipe works just as well for parrot. 

 
 
Earls of Southampton Buried in Honey
 

           For centuries, people whispered a rumor that four English noblemen who died between 1550 and 1667 were put into coffins filled with honey. In the British tradition of the time, the coffins rested in a vault rather than in soil.
            Hundreds of years later, when one of the coffins cracked slightly, a fluid oozed out. A repair worker, eager to know if the rumor was true, took a taste. Sure enough—the fluid was honey.
 
 

Blood Pudding

            Blood pudding is more like a brownie than pudding. It isn't gooey or slimy or pudding-like at all. It's spiced, cooked hog or cow blood, mixed with flour and milk, that comes in a rectangular box. Scandinavians take this block of hardened blood out of the box, slice it, and fry it the way Americans fry breakfast sausage.
            If you smelled its spicecake aroma while it cooked, you'd probably want to try a bite. This straight-edged meatless meat might even turn into one of your favorites.
 

 
More from Shakespeare's Crazy Cupboard
 

            Here are some weird foods in Shakespeare's plays (to go with the weird foods on page 21 in It's Disgusting--and We Ate It!). These are not real foods to eat, but imaginative jokes that Shakespeare put into his plays.
 
 

a crocodile Hamlet, Act V, scene i
hay, squirrels' nuts A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act IV, scene i
adder's heads and toads carbonadoed The Winter's Tale, Act IV, scene iv
paper Love's Labor's Lost, Act IV, scene ii
grass King Henry VI, Part II, Act IV, scene x
husks As You Like It, Act I, scene i
rocks Troilus and Cressida, Act III, scene ii
tree bark Anthony and Cleopatra, Act I, scene IV
 
 
 
Garbage

 

Middle English Modern English
Take faire Garbage, chikenes hedes,   
ffete, lyvers, And gysers, and wassh   
hem clene;  caste hem into a faire   
potte, And caste fressh broth of Beef,   
pouder of Peper, Canell, Clowes,   
Maces, Parsely and Sauge myced   
small; then take brede, stepe hit   
in þe same brothe, Drawe hit   
thorgh a streynour, cast thereto, And   
lete boyle ynowe; caste there-to   
pouder ginger, vergeous, salt,   
And a littul Saffereon,   
And serve hit forthe.
Take good garbage (chickens' heads,   
feet, livers, and gizzards, and wash   
them clean; cast them into a clean   
pot, and cast  fresh broth of beef,   
powder of pepper, cinnamon, cloves,   
mace, parsley, and sage minced   
small; then take bread, steep it   
in the same broth, draw it   
through a strainer, cast it in, and   
let boil enough; throw in   
powdered ginger, grape juice, salt,   
and a little saffron,   
and serve it forth.
 
 
   A Box of Riddles
Emptied on My Plate
 
a meat that has no meat in it 
broods blackly on my plate— 
hot rectangles fried in grease 
that make me want to know: 

what boneless, cornered beast 
framed such square steaks, 
what monster comes with edges 
straight enough to measure by?

 

    Did you guess what food this poem describes?  To find out, hold your mouse's clicker down as you run it across this box:
 

Blood Pudding!!!!!
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