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The Limits of Locavorism. Or, The Time I Ate Sheep Intestine.

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As I took a bite, the flavor that greeted me revealed another important distinction between American and Mongolian cuisine. In America, even a dish as straightforward-sounding as "Fat-Wrapped Liver Chunks" would probably include a few unnamed, yet complementary ingredients like onions, or salt. But in Mongolia, the title says it all. Like everything we ate that night, my first bite had not been salted. It contained no herbs or spice. It was exactly what I knew it was: the liver of the sheep I'd just watched die.

For Slate Magazine, I write about what it really means to attend a traditional Mongolian feast -- and why I'd prefer never to do so again.