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Fresh eggs and horse meat

I sent the teen out to the chicken coop to see if there were any eggs about. I thought my request would be met with some reluctance because a sneaky fog had descended on the town land and it was damp and chilly.  But no,  before I could think of a bribe, the teen threw on his Dad's crocs and ventured down the sodden lawn to investigate. He came back with three eggs and said, 'gold, frankincense and myrrh, Mom', placed them in the palms of my hands like crown jewels and went back to his studies. I felt like celebrating. The hens it seems are on the rebound. The eggs, a necessary contribution towards the carbonara for dinner. Anything is better than horse meat.

It seems all those people out there  who regularly buy frozen beef burgers have been eating horse meat as well. It is all over the news.  People are indignant as the product was misleading and improper. Contaminated being the word of the day. The government determined to get to the bottom of it or the hoof of the matter, in this case, have issued numerous statements that horse meat is not dangerous to health. But of course that is not the issue. 

I know it's not dangerous. Like many people I have eaten horse meat and neigh, I mean, no, it did not kill me. I don't think I would have eaten it if I had known I was eating it or that in a past life the food on my plate had been called Beauty or Rosebud or Ed, or something like that. I dined on horse meat in France with a family I lived with for six months. I recall that somewhere half way between mouthfuls of what I thought was a delicious slice of beef, the subject of horse came up. The horse on my plate. What did I do? I continued to eat. Madame loved my appreciation of her cuisine. She practically whinnied with delight as each delicate morsel touched my lips.

I once knew a poet who went rabbit hunting and was famous for his rabbit stews. It was always a great occasion sitting around his big table with several bottles of wine and at least one added to the stew. It went down a treat. I suppose I was hungry back in those days and would have eaten anything at all.

But I'm happy to say that I have never cooked frozen burgers. This day, I am thankful for the fresh eggs and the son who delivered them to me with his own unique style. I am grateful for the garlic and the parmesan cheese to grate over the beautiful food and the salad glistening with olive oil. At least I know what I am about to eat. I know what I want to eat and I know how to eat it. Bon appetit!

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That reminds me of my

That reminds me of my grandmother.  She never ever bought minced meat but a whole piece which she then minced at home, herself.  "You never know what they put into it," she would say.  "It could be dog, for all you know."

Enjoy the carbonara!

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Brilliant, Katherine! My Mum

Brilliant, Katherine! My Mum did the exact same thing. m

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Oh, dear, just on our way out

Oh, dear, just on our way out to a Chinese/Thai restaurant to celebrate my mother's 87th birthday. Vegetable lo mein it is! 

And your son, Mary, is a true wise man.

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I would definitely opt for

I would definitely opt for the tofu and broccoli, Jodi! Happy birthday celebrations. m

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I remember staying with my

I remember staying with my Grandparents and it was quite the norm to head out to the hen-house to kill a chicken or two for dinner, depending on the number of people coming. In the mornings, it was all of the cousins and grandkids' chore to gather the eggs. My Grandma made the best "Daffodil Cakes"--and my Grandpa cooked the best chicken! As for ground meat, Mom and Grandma always minced the meat themselves. Like Katherine's grandma, you know what you're mincing! Enjoyed your post, Mary and loved your son's comments!   :o) J

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What a wonderful way to eat!

Fantastic, Judee. I suppose at the end of the day it all boils down to ethics and how we are entitled to know what we are eating. 

Your story reminds me of how we were in a remote part of Portugal on holiday and we went to a little restaurant and ordered roast chicken. We must have waited two hours for the chicken to arrive. Now I know why! 


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Neigh, never eat horse (or dog or cat)!

I loved this post with the neighs and whinnies cleverly put and your son, the wiseman, hoofing it out to the hen house in his dad's crocs.

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Well, Lynn Henriksen, how

Well, Lynn Henriksen, how lovely to see you! Glad you saw the humour in the 'horsing around the bush'  of food ethics in Ireland. Hope you are keeping well. mx

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Mary, I admit my stomach


I admit my stomach flip-flopped when I read about the horse meat.

It reminded me of eating at my new boyfriend's house. As I bit into the "fish" and ate several bites, my boyfriend enjoyed telling me that I was in fact, eating gator, as in alligator meat.

I couldn't finish. My stomach was a bit more delicate in those days.

Chomp, chomp,


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Scaly? or delicious? Gator

Scaly? or delicious? Gator must surely be a delicacy. He was definitely trying to impress you, Annette!  This food issue is huge at the moment here in Ireland.  I am thankful that I have always been vigilant about what I put on the table. Thanks for the visit. Nice to see you. m

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Oh Mary, you know the most

Oh Mary, you know the most interesting people!

I suppose when you really give it a think, horses at least eat grass, whereas some other animals we feast on (pig and lobster for starters) are scavengers- as in they'll eat anything! However, it's always a bummer to think you're eating one thing, and discover it's another. Another reason I won't eat in the dark.

Is carbonara difficult to make? I might have to try...


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Scavengers! Great word!

Carbonara is a breeze, Eva. Just make sure you have good pasta, eggs and excellent parmesan cheese to hand and you will be assured of a tasty meal. Bon appetit (in the voice of Julia Child). m

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In the countryside of

In the countryside of Thailand are countless food vendors, most of whom are barbecueing some sort of mystery meat.  I always take a "don't ask, don't tell" approach to these offerings, since they're always so yummy anyway.  I do notice there aren't a lot of dogs and cats roaming around, however.



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Yummy Thai food. Lucky you.

Yummy Thai food. Lucky you. Nothing like a bit of 'stray' food to make a dish more tasty. Thanks for the visit, Eric. Enjoy your food. m