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August 25, 2012

Mortuary

Filed under: Food — bitchontheblog @ 22:55
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Vegetarians, look away now. This is not a pretty sight.

I have eaten rabbit – in Spain. I am not squeamish.  Whilst I have never killed anything that makes a sound there was a time I collected worms in the early morning dew, my grandfather showing me how to thread them on a hook and how to kill a fish. I was very young. And it’s a life skill I am grateful for should I ever find myself on a desert island. Fish are easy to dispatch. And no one loves fish more than this mermaid.

Years later, in my early twenties, I was given a rabbit. It was skinned and gutted. So no hardship there. I put it in the fridge. If there is one thing that can be said about rabbits it’s that their bodies resemble that of a cat. I like cats. A fridge will do what a fridge will do. Refrigerate. The dish the rabbit was in had a lid on.

Readers, no, I didn’t get married neither did I roast the rabbit. I let it fester. In the fridge. What a fine forensic pathologist I would have made.

Let’s leave it there. That poor poor rabbit never met its destiny. I binned it complete in vessel. Without lifting the lid to pour over the damage. Yes, that long and bad.

U

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6 Comments »

  1. Ooh – probably not pretty. Being from the southern region of the US, let me assure you, I have eaten many creatures that others might shun. I am not squeamish about food. But I am a coward about killing, skinning and the likes. My grandmother’s chicken was always walking around the morning before the evening we consumed it. Yet, if I had to do the deed myself, I would be a vegetarian.

    Comment by writingfeemail — August 27, 2012 @ 00:31 | Reply

    • So would I, Renee [be vegetarian]. Well, as someone once said to me, I must have been a rabbit(!) in a previous life. Oh do I love my greens, yellows, and above all salad. And I mean love.

      The Angel, like most of his gender, nearly always wants what I call the “meat element” of a dish. Not steak. Just something he can get his teeth in, even if it’s just a little Chorizo with his eggs. Which neatly brought us, only recently, onto the subject of whether he would kill an animal [to eat] if he had to. Lo and behold, blow me away: The most laid back person I know who never gets his hands dirty unless he has no choice and it’s a matter of life and death said: Yes. He would. Enter my astonished momentary silence. Since we were eating at the time I didn’t want to spoil his appetite by going into the gory details of skinning, plucking and gutting.

      As to having “eaten many creatures that others might shun”, Renee, look no further than Anthony Bourdain, one of your fellow countrymen (‘Kitchen Confidential’ and ‘A Cook’s tour’). Not only does he know how to wield a knife and will eat ANYTHING he writes so terrifically well about what and where he has eaten it. As the best British food critic ever said of Bourdain “Elizabeth David written by Quentin Tarantino.”

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — August 27, 2012 @ 05:40 | Reply

  2. Bourdain’s pretty funny but Andrew Zimmern is even more adventurous when it comes to eating. But – IMHO Bourdain is overrated as a writer, although Kitchen Confidential was great fun to read.

    Comment by Chuck McConvey — August 27, 2012 @ 22:04 | Reply

  3. I looked away in homage to Thumper…

    Comment by Lorna's Voice — August 28, 2012 @ 12:56 | Reply

    • Oh, Lorna, now see what you’ve done. I have gone all Bambi.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — August 28, 2012 @ 13:14 | Reply

      • Just don’t go all Trixi, Candi, Sparkles, or Cherry Buns on us!

        Comment by Lorna's Voice — August 28, 2012 @ 17:03 | Reply


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