Boudin Noir (blood sausage)


Here’s the truth: It took seven visits to the same European meat market before I finally worked up the nerve to part with the measly five dollar bill it cost me to take it home. And I’ll be the first to say it — it was the word “blood” on the little plastic card in front of the sausages that made the extra six trips necessary.

Looking back, it all seems silly now. Because it was worth every penny, and not just because of how delicious it was. It taught me the importance of old world cooking. These are recipes born out of necessity and, more importantly, out of respect for the animal that gave its life for our table.

Blood sausage has many different names, depending on where you’re from or where you buy it. In America, it’s black pudding. They make Morcilla in Spain, while the Germans make Blutwurst. The English make a variation they call Lancashire pudding. But in France, it’s Boudin Noir.

The French traditionally use pork blood to make their version of this sausage. It’s mixed with a variety of ingredients. A sample recipe might include onions, lard, apples, fatback, garlic, parsley, nutmeg, cream, egg, salt, and pepper. The blood congeals when cooked, but needs something to bind itself to. So the additional ingredients help.

After being stuffed into hog casings, the sausages are poached in water at temperatures of 175 to 185 °F, then air dried in a cool environment. After that, they’re ready to be cooked and eaten.

You can prepare blood sausage just as you would any other type of sausage. I sauteed mine in butter, since that seemed the appropriate method. If I’m cooking something French, and have even a thread of doubt about how to prepare it, I reach for butter.


I served it with mashed potatoes topped with parsley and drank an incredible beer with it, courtesy of my friend and fellow podcaster Rick from Big Foamy Head.

Brabant is a barrel-aged wild ale from Avery Brewing, and was extremely limited in production (only 624 cases produced). It was brewed using the infamous Brettanomyces yeast, which produces sour flavors in beer. After fermentation was complete, Brabant was aged for 8 months in used Zinfandel barrels. The result was a beer that, while sour, retained a complexity and depth of flavor that required several sips for me to wrap my head around. Deep with flavors of tart currants and unripe cherries, Brabant was the perfect compliment to this dish.


As for the sausage itself, it tasted nothing like what I was afraid it would. And to be completely forthcoming, I’m not sure what I was afraid it would taste like to begin with. It was lush, creamy, dense, any word I would use to describe something rich with flavor. The onions were something I couldn’t pick out on their own. The spices themselves did not stand out either. As for the blood, I’m not sure what that even tastes like on its own, but it sure works for me here. Together, all of these ingredients were the perfect compliment to one another.

Blood Sausage is not just something I’m glad I had the opportunity to taste. It made me realize that old world dishes like this really matter. Because if they no longer matter, food no longer matters. To use every part of the animal, in any form, with any number of additions to make it more palatable — that’s cooking.

More to the point, an understanding and appreciation of a dish like this is what helps us realize why we are as passionate about food and ingredients as we are. And that, my friends, is what defines us as foodies.

19 thoughts on “Boudin Noir (blood sausage)

  1. Thank you Charles and Afaf. It really was an eye opening experience for me. Charles, you never cease to amaze me with the things you’ve had. I feel like I’m playing catch up with a lot of food. But that’s what makes this whole experience fun for me.


  2. easily one of my favorite foods, and infuriating that it’s hard to find where i am.

    you’ve got to try it with caramelized apples, classic. and my irish friend swears it’s even better with goat cheese. blood & guts rule!

  3. Phil,
    Your blood pudding looks amazing!

    My dad ALWAYS makes me eat black pudding when I visit him in Scotland. I don’t love it, but the best version I came close to even liking was at a local fish and chip shop where they battered it and deep-fried it (yea, baby!). Maybe it was the greasy chips on the side with malted vinegar that helped, but it’s quite tasty.

  4. Nik, right on! When I did research on this, caramelized apples were the recommended accompaniment 99% of the time. Thanks for the tip. Next time for sure.

    And Jo, I wonder if there’s anything the Scottish won’t deep fry. This stuff deep fried must be out of this world. That’s a cardiologists wet dream.

    Thanks for your comments!

  5. Boudin Noir, a must every time I go to Paris. Between this and veal kidneys in brown sauce, wilted spinich, hmmm … see it on the menu, take. Goes well with a nice bottle of Rhone. Too bad trying to find it here is such a challenge. Where did you get it locally?

    Down here in Sao Paulo we get something similar but has a Portuguese twist to it. Eat that with some rice and you’re in for a treat.


  6. Thanks Don. I can only imagine how good it is in France, especially when it’s fresh. I found it at a European Deli in Carlsbad that sells a variety of French, Scandinavian, and German meats, sausages, varieties of game, and a ton of frozen items. If you like offal, this is the place. Pork kidneys, brains, feet — they sell it all.

  7. I first tasted blood sausage made by my mother’s uncle when I was about 10 years old. Ever since then I brag to my friends that I have tasted blood sausage. The problem is that I’m 51 years old and haven’t tasted it since. It was home-made and Bernard was French-Basque so I suppose it was a form of boudin noir. I hope that some day soon I will be able to find something comparable to the memory I have of blood sausage.

    1. Great story, Ferd! Since this post, I have found blood sausages in two more markets – both German delis. I would LOVE to have it home made, or maybe try making it myself, but finding pork blood could be harder than finding blood sausages to begin with.

      I love that so many years later, it’s still an accomplishment for you. That’s so awesome. If you have any German or European delis near your home, call them and ask if they carry blood sausage. You might be surprised how easy it could be to find.

  8. My mom is Quebec used to cook this once a week or so. She would always break the sausage into piece and fry it up in a moderate amout of butter, and would serve it with boiled potatoes. By breaking it up, the sides of the chunks would get caramelized and would be dark and crisper than the inside. Quite tasty!

  9. In England we usually always know it as Black Pudding, the Lancastrians may also call it Lancashire Pudding. I made blood cake recently which essentially was putting the mix into a loaf tin and baking. It was wonderful! Nice blog post x

  10. Week-end mornings, in my childhood Montreal home, is where I fell in love with Boudin. My father, an early riser, habitually cooked the “big, greasy breakfast” for anyone who got up for it, which consisted of of bacon, eggs, home-fries, and … boudin. I enjoyed the time with my Dad, reading the Saturday comics, and chowing down on a delicious breakfast. We were an Anglo family, but my father used the French term to get me to try this delectable sausage, rather than the English term …Blood Pudding (as it was known to us). Once I was clearly won over by it’s rich taste, he divulged the ingredients. I’m thankful to both my parents for getting me to “try everything at least once” … it has allowed me to enjoy a cornucopia of wonderful foods.

  11. Thanks for sharing your story with us, Paul. One of the great things about food (especially rustic, old school dishes like blood pudding) is that they more often than not have stories attributed to them that connect them to someone’s past. To this day, I’ll never forget the first time we gathered on a Sunday at my aunt’s house for her take on my Grandmother’s ragu with pasta and fresh bread. It wasn’t what we had at the time, it was how we had it, and the memories that meal left behind.

    We all have a connection to food, a story to share. Thanks again to all of you for sharing yours. It helps drive this show.

  12. I grew up in Montreal Quebec in the 50’s and 50’s. In the late summers, early falls, my dad would take the bus to the Atwater Market and buy, fresh peppers, tomatoes, mushrooms bacon, blood sausage. He’d come home and cooke us a wonderful breakfast, of grilled vegetables, eggs bacon and blood pudding. All my mom would do is slice the sausage in bite size pieces and fry it in the bacon fat. Oh, how I miss those days. The sausage was absolutely delicious.

  13. Brenda, I LOVE this story! I’m constantly impressed with everyone’s memories of this dish. I wish I’d grown up in a household with blood pudding and/or sausage but I wonder if I’d have enjoyed it as much as you did when you were younger. I crave it now, and I’m happy whenever I find it.

    Thanks again for sharing your childhood memories of this dish.

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