Mr. Faultier has told me that my transformation into a German will be complete when I try Mett for the first time. I’m afraid that I will never become German. Thankfully the Ausländerbehörde doesn’t not require Mett consumption to get a residency permit.
For those who don’t know, Mett is raw, minced pork that for some reason people like to consume without cooking. I’m not completely against raw meat. I’ll eat raw fish and rare steak. Heck, I even like my burgers with a bit of pink in the middle. But something about uncooked, ground-up pork turns my stomach.
Mr. Faultier eats it on breadrolls with some chopped onions.I know it’s meant to be safe, because butchers have to prepare it the day of if it’s not prepackaged. Our fancy butcher keeps it wrapped up in plastic, but other places I’ve gone to just have an open pan of it sitting out. Exposed to air. And flesh-hungry bacteria.
Even better, often times at parties, Mett is served shaped like a hedgehog with onion spikes.He might look cute, but my food safety senses just can’t handle a raw minced pork hedgehog sitting out for hours and being consumed without cooking. I wash my hands after touching raw pork, why would I eat it?
I know I’ve gone full American with this post, and I shouldn’t be so judgmental about another culture’s food. But I just can’t get behind this one. Sorry Germany. I’ve even tried Fleischkäse, so while I don’t like it, I can at least give it a go, but I just can’t with Mett. Call me back in five years, but I still don’t think that will be enough time.