Tsongsul
Tsongsul
A Korean drink called Tsongsul
Translates as “Feces Wine”
Not listed in the guide books
But locals say it’s fine
We asked a local vendor
“Could I make this at home?”
The vendor said “it’s possible
I make my very own
I bake poop in my oven
250 for 30 minutes
I use mine and my kids poop
So there’s a little of us that’s in it
Cat bones give it flavor
Ash tree calms your nerve
Soaked in a pit with alcohol
Three months and then I serve
It’s a brown and quite clear liquid
That doesn’t smell at all
Perfected over centuries
And sold in my road-side stall”
Now I didn’t say we drank it
Or described its earthy taste
But leave it to Koreans
To not waste even waste
Anyone for drinks?
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