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| Bringing back the dignity into food |
Being born and raised in Transylvania, I’ve always understood the importance of local food in my culture – even more so than the vampire stereotype commonly associated with Romanians. Unfortunately for True Blood or Stephanie Meyer fans, there aren’t any vampires amongst us, aside from the occasional blood sausage diners. Yes that’s right, we’re not vampires, but we do enjoy our blood sausages. In fact, as a rural civilization that for centuries had to rely on meals produced locally, it is amazing to see society move full circle towards celebrating local food. However, as any rural denizen and food purist will nod, local is only the first step in developing a connection with your food and culture. In a rural economy, food came from neighbors and nothing that came from them was wasted. My grandmother raised poultry, and every time she cut a chicken she put the entire bird to good use - even the blood, which would be left out to coagulate. To the delight of my family, it would be fried and eaten. I’m guessing that for most people the idea of eating fried, coagulated blood sounds quite gross. Most people would probably prefer to watch Andrew Zimmern tear apart the coagulated chicken blood than enjoy it themselves.
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| The Wasted Pig |
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| Ah hello your majesty |
But I digress. With community supported agriculture popping up in metropolitan areas and local farmers markets becoming the norm in San Francisco, Chicago, and New York, local food is certainly heading towards main street. But it pains me to see us green wash our local farmers markets. Sourcing locally only solves one part of the equation. In rural Transylvania, every household was not only self-sufficient, but also efficient. Vegetables and fruits were plucked from the garden, dairy products taken from sheep and cattle, and meats enjoyed from head to toe. Slaughtering a pig an ancient tradition, is still followed religiously by Transylvanians. As with the chickens, every piece of the animal would be used. The intestines would be cleaned up, stuffed with minced meat and transformed into sausages. The belly fat is fried in a big pan and transformed into cooking lard, while the fat from the back is salted and smoked, and enjoyed with goat cheese and fresh tomatoes. Yep, every part of the pig is used! The ears and the tail, considered great delicacies, are fought for diligently by children. It’s fascinating to see the entire ritual – and it lasts all year.

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| Dad prepping up the feast |
Unfortunately, with the industrial food machine providing access to an endless supply of meat, fruits and vegetables, using all the parts of an animal now seems disgusting…seems like something a town in Bram Stroker’s Dracula would enjoy. But, not too long ago, it was a matter of survival. It was a matter of honoring the animal’s life. It was a matter celebrating your meal. Think about all the food that is wasted and all the energy used to create that majestic animal. Next time you are worried about your carbon footprint, don’t just buy local.
Why are we disgusted by the idea of eating pig ears and at the same time eat UEOs (unidentifiable edible objects)? Seems bizarre that we can enjoy mechanically processed pig carcasses mutated into a pink paste, containing bits and pieces of Jimmy Hoffa, packed in tubes of 6 and sold by Oscar Mayer. What’s bizarre, I ask you now? At least, when I ate my grandma’s fried, coagulated blood, I knew what was on my plate.
Maria is a journalist and freelance writer from Cluj. Maria's daily regimen is composed of reading, writing, and cooking.and is passionate about the environment, bio agriculture, and healthy eating. A big cheese fanatic, she will take anything made by a sheep, goat or cow - sounds tasty! Hopefully you'll be able to discover something new from her passion with food.