another strike thoroughly licked: ox tongue

a little note: it has been pointed out that british ox is indeed british beef. d'oh. this strike is void and out of the strike count!

cruising around the local deli counter seeking out as yet unchewed animals for the final week of the quest i came across what looked like a large cylinder of light black pudding rubbed with some sort of fat. closer analysis led me to discover that this was a standard example of ox tongue, so i promptly ordered some slices. upon even closer examination the slices were quite odd in appearance, whorls of small stringy bits a little like the structure of a tiny brain. there was no particular smell except that of a musty barn. i decided this meat would go into my lunchtime sandwich.the meat had a sort of dark, corned beef taste to it with a strange aftertaste that i could not shift from my mouth, pleasant all the same. the texture was surprisingly soft and almost melted in my mouth, but was just about tough enough to not feel slightly disgusting. all the same, i do not think i will be visiting the deli counter to ask for ox tongue again.

six days to go, three animals to eat. time for me to shoot off to london to drink much beer and see what people suggest i should eat for the final three. i'm also going to put a tenner down that someone suggests kebab due to it's natural ability to contain all 52 animals in one go. very good!