This little feller was saying "baaaaa" about 10 minutes ago. Slaughtering animals is all in a day's work and Mongolians know animal anatomy first hand. I think they would get an A in anatomy class and would be whiz kids at the dissecting lab.
The innards are the tastiest bits and every part of the animal is eaten right down to the ears. I bet you can guess what this lady is cleaning out in one bowl and what some of the organs are in the other bowl.
Skin is eaten as well so they scorch off the lamby fur with a blow torch so they can boil the whole head and eat the skin. This sheep head looks just like the one we ate when we were visiting the countryside town of Khovd.
They like to eat the legs and hoofs so these legs are waiting for the scorch treatment that the head will get.
These look like a couple of fuzzy rags don't they. But I think they are sheep stomach. People love to eat stomach.
If you didn't know what this lady was really doing you might think she was getting her yarn ready to roll into balls. She has just finished cleaning out the intestines and is getting them ready to stuff with all sorts of goodies like blood vessels and other tender bits.
Now that it's cooked it looks pretty good. The food we ate at YSA Conference was tasty.
Most of the time you could eat your dinner from a cup. Lots of soup made with sheep, potatoes, carrots, onions and broth is how they cook because they don't have ovens so meals are one pot throw togethers. Easy cleanup for the doctor.
Here are some of the innards, organs, skin and sundry pieces people could slice off and eat. The far left rounded object is uterus stuffed with blood which congeals into a pasty solid. Yum! This beats the Maori boilup hands down.
The doctor had what he called a "polyp" growing at the base of his big toenail and it was rubbing on his shoe when he ran. (If you're going to have a polyp I think its much better on your toe than a polyp in your colon). He said to me "could you please cut off this polyp? Its hurting me." Now I have cut up a lot of meat in my day but it was already detached from the animal and it didn't bleed when I cut into it and I have, on occasion, helped him cut his toenails which I thought very altruistic of me, but this was clearly out of my league.
So he decided to take care of the problem himself. ( I think he was confident because he had watched the utube video of ingrown toenail surgery). A little aside here. Notice that he can reach his toes...and all this time I thought I was helping him cut his toenails because he couldn't bend down to reach them. With my sewing scissors in hand he went at it. Much like the executioners of Great Britain the first blow was not enough to sever the head and multiple attempts were made before the little bugger came off. I headed for the bathroom for some dry heaving.
With blood running onto the floor he called out "bring some toilet paper back with you" so with tears running down my cheeks (dry heaving will do that to you) I brought back toilet paper to stench the flow. Was a tourniquet needed? Was he going to lose his big toe?
There's the little polyp's head never to hurt this boy again. I just have to say that the patient was quiet and cooperative during the surgery. He didn't have anesthesia and he was brave. (I think a lot of women had set him a good example).
In the end one little bandaid did the trick to cover the raw stub of polyp. No tourniquet needed and no transfusion given.
So the physician did heal himself. Long live the physician. The nurse is a wuss but she did put the bandaid on the owie for him and told him he was a brave boy. (She also cleaned up all the blood). Now there's teamwork for you!
