
Boudin blanc are strange wobbly looking things, like great white worms, all smooth and soft. And just a wee bit alien and creepy. There is no sign of the rough fat laced meat bursting through the skin that you get with a banger.
I spotted them in the wonderful Wazemme food market in Lille, nestled among all manner of strange and wonderful sausagy concoctions. And having eaten in a restaurant named for them, I couldn’t resist buying a couple, despite having no idea what they were or how they are cooked. Continue reading

