Last night at scandinavian-themed Dinner with the Dead I tried blood pancakes, made with fresh pig’s blood, thus foregoing vegetarian principles for a bit of novelty and bragging rights.

Everyone else thought they didn’t taste anything like blood, but I disagree. I think they taste exactly like what I remember rare steak drippings tasting like after they’ve been soaked up in a bit of bread. Of course, that’s the taste of cooked blood, which makes sense as that’s what they were made out of. I think everyone else was expecting the metallic taste of raw blood, for some reason.

Anyway, I didn’t much like them, and thus, only ate half of one.