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Very old recipes - VoxClamantis - 09-20-2005

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Hey, I think I have some of this in my back yard, compliments of Mr. Bobo-Pants.

Very old recipes - LeoXIII - 09-20-2005

Here is some from Spain.
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Very old recipes - Historian - 09-20-2005

Quote: Hey, I think I have some of this in my back yard, compliments of Mr. Bobo-Pants.
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Very old recipes - Marisa - 09-20-2005

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The Portuguese version looks tastier than all the rest, no? [Image: laff.gif]
I'm gonna go puke now....

Very old recipes - Historian - 09-20-2005

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Anyone for some Pork Head & Tongue sausage?? [Image: eatdrink021.gif]

Very old recipes - Historian - 09-20-2005

OK Marisa, I was all ready to go out and try some of this stuff until you posted that! That was *NOT NICE* at all!!!! LOL!
Jenn, that looks pretty appetizing, if I do say so myself! I bet it doesn't taste half bad.

Very old recipes - VoxClamantis - 09-21-2005

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Anyone for some Pork Head & Tongue sausage?? [Image: eatdrink021.gif]

Sure! Can I get some fries with that?! (Actually, that recipe does LOOK pretty, like some kinda weirdo sushi. I might've picked that up at a party... shudder!)
I think, though, that I have all y'all beat in the gross-out contest that seems to have arisen. Are you ready?
No, you're not ready. Trust me.
But I will share anyway, but
<P style="MARGIN: 0px" align=center><FONT color=#cc0000 size=4>I warn you: if you are eating, finish your happy task and then come back. Do not attempt to eat while reading the following. This is not a test. This is an actual emergency.</FONT>
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<P style="MARGIN: 0px" align=center>OK, here goes:
<P style="MARGIN: 0px" align=center>From the September, 1983 issue of "Mothering Magazine"
come recipes for cooking your afterbirth!
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Each placenta weighs approximately 1/6 of the baby's weight. Cut the meat away from the membranes with a sharp knife. Discard the membranes.
Placenta Cocktail: 1/4 cup raw placenta, 8oz V-8 juice, 2 ice cubes, 1/2 cup carrot. Blend at high speed for 10 seconds  
Quote:But be creative and leave a few chunks!
  Placenta Lasagne: Use your favorite lasagne recipe and substitute this mixture for one layer of cheese. In 2 tbl. olive oil, quickly saute meat of 3/4 placenta, ground or minced plus 2 sliced cloves of garlic, 1/2 tsp. oregano, 1/2 diced onion & 2 tbl. tomato paste, or 1 whole tomato.  
Quote:Mamma mia, attsa one-a spicy placenta!
  Placenta Spaghetti: Cut meat of 3/4 placenta into bite size pieces, then brown quickly in 1 tbl. butter plus 1 tbl. oil. Then add 1 large can tomato puree, 2 cans crushed pear tomatoes, 1 onion, 2 cloves of garlic, 1 tbl. molasses, 1 bay leaf, 1 tbl. rosemary, 1 tsp. ea. of salt, honey, oregano, basil, and fennel. Simmer 1 1/2 hours.  
Quote:Oh, that fennel is a nice touch!
Placenta Stew: Meat of 3/4 placenta in bite size chunks, 1 potato (cubed), 1/4 cup fresh parsley, 2 carrots, 3 ribs celery, 1 zucchini, 1 large tomato, 1 small onion. Dredge meat in 1 tbl. flour mixed with 1 tsp salt, 1/2 tsp. paprika, pinch of cloves, pinch of pepper, 6-8 crushed coriander seeds. Saute meat in 2 tbl. oil, then add vegetables (cut up) and 4-5 cups of water. Bring to full boil, then simmer for 1 hour. 
Quote:Hmmm... I'm trying to figure out how much placenta I'd need for a dinner for four. If Little Johnny weighed 8 pounds, that'd give each of my 4 guests a little over a third of a pound of my flesh. That'd be plenty, especially if I serve up a hearty ale alongside!
Placenta Pizza: Grind placenta. Saute in 2 tbl. olive oil with 4 garlic cloves, then add 1/4 tsp fennel, 1/4 tsp. pepper, 1/4 tsp paprika, 1/4 tsp. salt, 1/2 tsp. oregano, 1/4 tsp. thyme, and 1/4 cup of wine. Allow to stand for 30 minutes, then use with your favorite home made pizza recipe. It's a fine placenta sausage topping.
Perfect for the men as they watch their football games! They'll love it; just don't tell 'em what it is, girls!

Very old recipes - AdoramusTeChriste - 09-21-2005

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Very old recipes - Historian - 09-21-2005

I've seen that Mothering article. 
Mothering has toned down quite a bit in the last decade or so.  Their articles are no longer quite as "entertaining" as that one. 

Very old recipes - VoxClamantis - 09-21-2005

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Indeed. I found some accounts for us to ponder:

<FONT size=4>Coffee, Tea, or Me:
The Story of How I Ate My Placenta
by Elyse April 
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The first time I ever heard of the consumption of placenta was just about two years ago when I moved into a living situation with a pregnant couple. At that time, being pregnant was far from my own mind. In fact, I was a little bit uneasy with babies in general and with that mothering part of myself in particular. However, I attended their homebirth and I was there for the afterbirth as well.
Now, if you can understand my inner conflict in regard to motherhood, you can understand how repulsed I was when Marie, my housemate, ate her placenta. Her hubbie just cooked it up with sautéed onions and she gobbled it down with gusto. How could she eat it? My stomach turned somersaults as I tried to listen to all of the explanations as to how nutritious it is and how natural. "Why, mama cats do it," I was told. My thought then was, I'm no animal and I'm no cannibal.
A year and a half later, I was to eat my words. Nothing seemed more natural nor more appetizing to me than to eat my placenta. Baby Aaron was born at home in the company of six women and his father. There were no complications and the placenta received as much praise from my midwives as did the baby. Both were intact and beautiful. The placenta shone red and full-bodied as it lay in its special bowl. Soon, I found it brimming in a glass mixed with V-8 Juice. One of my midwives blenderized some of it and served it to me with a smile. To my delight, and surprise, it was great! I felt myself filling up, taking back what I had created for baby's use while in the womb. I fell very natural, like a mama cat.
A few days later, while I indulged in resting and bonding with baby Aaron, my husband suggested that we get "it" out of the refrigerator. He offered to cook it up with sautéed onions. Immediately, I flashed back to the days of yore when I almost gagged at the thought. "Sure, honey," I said, secretly wishing that he might try some with me. Although my husband has come a long way in terms of accepting the birth, I was glad that he refused to sample my placenta and left it all for me. I gobbled it up and then felt sorry that that was the end of it ... at least until the next birth. As for my husband, his attitude towards this unusual delicacy has changed radically. One of the silk-screened T-shirts he is currently marketing is an "Eat Placenta" T-shirt for women. Not only is it very tastefully done, but he enjoys the varied reactions people have toward it, and I enjoy wearing it.

<FONT size=4>From the "</FONT><FONT size=4>Straight Dope</FONT><FONT size=4>":</FONT>

Is there really such a thing as ... placenta stew? 
Dear Cecil:
Here's the story. My wife just got back from Berkeley where she helped a friend give birth--and of course it all happened at home, in some kind of tub, underwater, with violins playing and midwives hovering about. Here's what she says happened next. Out came the afterbirth, which was carefully collected in a pot and put in the fridge to keep cool. Through the day, various vegetarians who dropped by to pay their respects asked about the placenta. My wife inquired, and was told that a certain stripe of high-minded vegetarian eagerly prepares and devours placenta stew, the placenta being the only form of meat that does not involve the slaughter of some innocent animal. Can this be true? And if it is, why isn't some shrewd entrepreneur bagging cow and ewe placenta and selling it at the Jewel?
I want to be told this was a tall story. --Rip Sewell, Chicago
Cecil replies:
Love to accommodate you, Ripster, but once again we find ourselves outgunned by reality. Having investigated the matter with my customary thoroughness, no small achievement under the circumstances, I can report the following facts: (1) chowing down on placenta doesn't happen often, but (2) it happens. May God have mercy on our heathen souls.
My principal source on this is a physician who has attended roughly a thousand births in the San Francisco Bay area over the years, more than two-thirds of them at home. In all this time he has encountered placenta stew exactly once, in Berkeley in the early 1970s. The father was a professional cook who concocted his own tasty recipe for placenta stew, complete with potatoes and onions, which he served to his hard-core veggie friends.
The doctor, suffering an embarrassing failure of nerve, did not sample the stew himself, but says it smelled something like liver. The veggies munched away gamely but didn't look very happy. One woman, in fact, became nauseated, which the doctor attributes to a lack of exposure to organ meats. Having seen a few miracle-of-childbirth movies in high school, however, I'd say there's a simpler explanation.
There are those who was eloquent about the joy of placenta cuisine. In Hygieia: A Woman's Herbal (Berkeley, 1978), Jeannine Parvati describes her experience: "[It] was after a very powerful birthing. The mother ate some raw first; and then let me take some into the kitchen for fixing. My experience of this slab of meat was amazing. I had never felt such life-force present in meat before.... This meat still felt very much alive to me as I began to slice it and saute it in garlic and oil.... By the time the placenta was tender, the birthday party members were very hungry, and exhausted. After the supper, eaten in a glowing silence, everyone was energized, very much re-vitalized.... Notwithstanding, the first time I ate placenta has also been my last time.... Guess I just lost [the] taste."
I'll bet. She goes on: "When you first encounter the meat, remember to pause--placenta can be sacred food, if you let the meat tell you how to prepare it for the fire.... Chew slowly, till the placenta becomes a liquid, ambrosia. Placenta is a rare privilege for most of us."
The rationale for placenta eating, apart from the fact that it doesn't entail snuffing animals, is that since it nurtures the child during pregnancy it must contain all sorts of valuable nutrients. My medical informant knows of no research supporting this view, but it's not implausible. Mama cats and dogs eat their placentas, and some say that a chemical in the stuff stimulates contractions of the uterus. Luckily for humans, breastfeeding and the drug Pitocin do the same thing. Parvati says some American Indian tribes had placenta rituals, although none of them apparently went so far as to eat the stuff. Leave it to the white man to get ridiculous about it.
The supper table is only one potential destination for the postpartum placenta. Although few new mothers realize it, many hospitals save placentas for eventual pharmaceutical use. A driver for one placenta-collection firm, Bio-Med-Hu of Louisville, Kentucky, told me his firm ships placentas to Europe for use in cosmetics. A spokesman for Bio-Med-Hu denies this, but says he's heard there are companies that do it. Hot on the trail, I called up the makers of Placentique, a skin potion that's been advertised in the newspapers lately. They claimed to use only cow placentas. I am still pursuing the matter, however. We'll get to the bottom of this yet.

<FONT size=4>As referenced above, an excerpt from Jeannine Parvati's HYGIEIA:</FONT>

"The first time I ate placenta was after a very powerful birthing. The mother ate some raw first, and then let me take some into the kitchen for fixing. My experience of this slab of meat was amazing. I had never felt such life-force present in meat before. For one obvious reason, that this food came to us without killing. No animal suffered or was brought down by someone else, higher up in the hierarchial food chain. Not exactly dog eat dog... The mother reported a painless childbirth and was not afraid. This meat still felt very much alive to me as I began to slice it and saute it in garlic and oil. I used the rosemary and basil growing outside the kitchen door, if memory serves me correctly. The serenity in the meat enveloped me as it cooked, and I recalled the birthing. The mother's meditation was unbroken for the entire process -- another perfect birthing (as they all are). By the time the placenta was tender, the birthday party members were very hungry, and exhausted. After the supper, eaten in a glowing silence, everyone was energized, very much re-vitalized. So this is why mother animals eat their placentas, even my "vegetarian" goats, I thought. Adelle Davis's theoretical statement that the ideal food for humans, is other humans, finally made sense. Notwithstanding, the first time I ate placenta has also been my last time -- though I've been around a number of stews. Guess I just lost my taste."
Quote:"Guess I just lost my taste"? Honey, I don't think you ever had any.