Trip Start Mar 13, 2007
92Trip End Aug 10, 2007
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That said, though, it's still clear that Mongolian food is all about meat, fat, and starch. First of all there's the ubiquitous Tsuivaan, a dish of noodles with mutton so common that it is sometimes translated simply as "Mongolian Food". A second Mongolian delight is Khuushuur, deep fried turnovers filled with minced mutton. The third Mongolian meal staple and variation on the same theme is Buuz, steamed dumplings filled with minced mutton and onions, roughly the same dish known as Manti throughout Central Asia. Perhaps my restaurant meal in Mongolia was a minced yak steak with a side of mutton, potatoe, and carrot stew at a cafe in Moron
A second place to try Mongolian food is with families in the gers I visited on several occasions. Hospitality in Mongolia dictates that people give their guests salted tea with yak butter or even runny sheeps' milk yoghurt, but some of these delicacies led me to think twice about visiting people in their gers.
Since we were cooking most of our own meals at camp we had to buy food at markets. But markets aren't all that easy to find in a country with almost no people and it was often three to four days between towns large enough to have a functioning market. In a carnivorous land like Mongolia there's no shortage of meat - mutton, goat, beef/yak, horse, and even camel, but finding decent produce is another story. I tended to stick to buying beef for my cook group dinners in Mongolia and through trial and error learned that with the addition of lots of tenderizing agents like vinegar and vodka even range-fed yak can be transformed into rather tasty pot roast.
Vanya agreed to take charge of cooking one night to make us all a traditional Mongolian meal
Dinner preparations begin with the fleecy one being dispatched by the local man from whom Vanya bought the sheep. The slaughter is done in a typical Mongolian way that would seem to inflict greater pain than slitting its throat would but has the advantage of saving all the blood. The man made a small incision below the sheep's sternum while the rest of us held it down on it back. He then stuck his hand deep in and severed the sheep's aorta with his fingers. The sheep appeared to be dead within half a minute. The sheep's fleece was then removed and used as a clean surface for butchering. I had never seen an animal be slaughtered before so this was like an anatomy lesson for me. Ben first cut out the gall bladder before it could leak onto the meat, handed it to me, and said get rid of this far from camp
Meanwhile, the stones I collected earlier were ed hot in a raging fire and ready for the cooking to begin. The main cooking instrument here was a large metal milk-urn like can. The cooks put some water into this can, then layers of mutton pieces, hot stones, potatoes, carrots, and onions, and topped it all off with a bottle of vodka before sealing this pressure cooker like contraption.
After cooking for an hour and a quarter on the fire, dinner was declared ready. The pot was opened very carefully as boiling hot brown pressurized liquid ran out. The contents were removed and placed on the table while the Mongolians insisted we hold the hot greasy rocks and pass them back and forth between us like hot potatoes because of their medicinal qualities. The Khorkog was surprisingly tender and delicious, even to someone like me who's not much of a mutton fan, and eating the greasy might right off the big bones caveman style was a carnivore's delight. The thick greasy broth of dissolved onions, mutton fat, and vodka was served separately as a very high calorie soup that might help even comfort-loving foreigners like us survive an acticlike Mongolian winter.
I've learned along the way that there aren't a lot of silly rules about etiquette and manners in Mongolian society; you just eat when the food arrives with whatever utensil gets it to your mouth most easily as fast or slow as you like. It's just another one of the real appeals of a unstratified nomadic society like Mongolia's.