Buuz, an oily mutton dumpling. Pronounced boats or boots, i'm not sure, but it sounds remarkably similar to the Mongolian word for sheep manure. So, for the last 9 days i've ingested almost nothing but buuz, dried curdled milk (Aaruul) and vodka. My taste buds love the buuz! But my stomach has fought me the whole way. So if buuz don't kill me, then nothing will.