Enjoying some milk tea while the meat cooks |
First the blowtorching |
Once the skin is sufficiently blowtorched, then she (it could have been a male...I really have NO idea!) is washed clean with water. Most of her skin is now white, with all of the hair gone. She was then cut into parts. They cooked her organs and innards separately (see bowl on left); I managed to try the heart, some liver, and later on, I also tried the infamous tail.
Nothing quite prepares a Westerner, or at least this American, to watch the intestines and the lining of the stomach being consumed. But this is nothing more than how we are conditioned. We all have foods that we find tasty and that remind us of home or our culture and/or region. For me, I crave a good burger and french fries from time to time (and I can get one here at the Grand Khaan Irish Pub); Zorig craves his soup. Something to appreciate about the way Mongolians eat--nothing is wasted!
The sheep is cut into pieces and is then put into a large metal pot, such as this one, along with some vegetables (onions and cabbage for ours) and some salt and seasonings. Then HOT ROCKS--just pulled from the stove--are added to the mix. The pot is sealed and placed on top of the stove and cooks.....in our case, I would say it cooked about an hour and a half. Perhaps a little less.
Then the feast began. Everything is emptied from the pot onto large trays and laid out on a table which everyone gathers around. (Curious note: Cucumbers seem to accompany almost each and every meal here.) There are no plates, no utensils.....not even any napkins. You simply dig in and enjoy a hearty family feast. Mongolians laugh and joke and tell stories. Smiles light up faces and it feels a bit like a barbecue on the 4th of July--but with EVERYONE in the best of moods. I can say that while Zorig and Enji worked hard to keep Dad and I in the loop about the conversation, there is MUCH said that I know we missed. I am motivated to learn this language because I know I'm missing out on so much story. As my cousin said to me, it's strange to feel lonely in the midst of a crowd.
I'll leave you with this adorable picture of our host's daughter carrying around a baby goat while the adults were working to shear the sheep. She was as cute as could be and not at all shy with the animals.
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