Ancient Wisdom and Pagan Spirituality

My sister would probably glare at me thinking that I was making fun of her somehow. (Thirty plus years and she still doesn't trust me ) Once she realized that I am serious about trying to make it, she would tell me that I was on my own - that she wouldn't help me, even with the grocery shopping.

My father would just tell me that he wouldn't try it as he had never had any 'good' blood pudding. He would then make some comment about how, had he eaten the stuff as a kid, he would have probably developed a taste for it. This would be followed by a reminder that growing up in Laredo (Tx), they didn't have blood or blood pudding.

Apparently back then, Laredo didn't have anything. The list of things they didn't have has grown over the years and includes such things as:
Gravity
Mud (they had dirt, but it was shipped in)
Books
Air