Recently saw a video, mainly focusing on the special diet of different regions, I put up with seeing canned herring, but I really can't accept this Pickled Puffin eaten by the Inuit, but this is indeed an important supplementary source for the Inuit to live in the cold environment of Greenland.
Pickled puffins are a food that stinks more than canned herring. The production method is probably like this:
The Inuit would generally lie in ambush in the rocks halfway up the mountain, waiting for the right opportunity to catch puffins with only one net, which is their traditional way of catching puffins, usually catching hundreds of puffins. Hunt another seal, and the seal skin is their main utensil for marinating puffins. Puffins do not need any treatment, directly with hair completely stuffed into the stomach of the seal, generally can hold more than a hundred, filled with the air inside, the seal's belly is sewn up, and then sutured evenly at the mouth of the sea leopard grease, to prevent maggots, and then buried him under the rock, leaving no gaps, and then after 6 months of fermentation, it formed the famous pickled puffin.
As for how to eat it, it is even more difficult to imagine.
After fermentation, remove the pickled puffins, which are still very well preserved. The puffins are eaten first, and it can be seen from the ease of plucking whether they are pickled or not. After plucking the hair, sucking hard on the puffin's ass, sucking out all the internal organs that have been fermented and decomposed, a thick soup under the belly, salty and fishy taste and then ghana beans mixed with the taste of the sewers, the Inuit people eat with relish, full of happiness, the more they suck the more addictive, can not stop at all.
Yes, that's right, mainly eating puffin's corrupted offal! And usually they are reluctant to eat, and only take it out when entertaining distinguished guests.
Such a food is difficult to understand, but pickled puffins do provide innuendo with a lot of protein and vitamins, which is a unique eating habit of innuit. I have to say that in the vast world, there is no wonder [a flash of inspiration]