Thats the blutwurst, another wurst above, a bunch of saurkraut, and a slab of fat/pork/fat/pork/fat. Oh and some salad thrown in for good measure.
As I started to cut up the blutwurst, I realized the skin was just packaging, not to be eaten, for the treasure lies inside:
I was not expecting the consistency. Jenna almost hurled right there, and I must admit that my stomach seized up a bit at the sight of this. The taste was not too surprising--warm, blood mixed with moist pork chunks. Kinda like dog food, I guess. Actually reminded me of the infamous scottish dish, Haggis. Mixed with the sourkraut and put on some bread, it was not bad, and I managed to eat the whole meal. That fatty pork think was fatty and porky, and the other wurst popped out of its skin at the slightest touch of my dull knife. After 2 beers and this dish, my stomach was churning, at one point I did feel nauseous. Not sure why--I was thinking about it alot, I think. You cannot think about what you are eating around here. Just don't do it.
I had to throw this picture in of Mayzie drinking her apfel juice at this meal like a true Swabian. Next year there will be beer in there: