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Image pinched from the Humane Society International.For obvious reasons I don’t have my own picture for this entry for the Cooking the Old fashioned way quarterly event. I’ve long been fascinated by the kinds of old-fashioned foods that we no longer bother eating.At mama Tomato’s, in country England not too far from the university city of Cambridge, almost everything is for the picking. Plums are eaten from the tree and eventually made into jam and chutney. Sloes and sugar are added to gin and marinated into a wonderful liquor. Dandelions and other flowers find their way into salad.The young leaves of stinging nettles are very much like spinach and become soup.The domestic cat, however, remains curled up on the bed.During WWII, my father’s family remained in London. His mother ingeniously faked baked bananas with turnips. And meat was in short supply.Unscrupulous black marketers would, as the Spanish say, pasar gato por liebre
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During my last trip to San Pedro island in Belize I learned about a local law they have regarding meat handling at restaurants. They require to leave the bones in the meat so people know what are they eating. I guess they have had some issues in the past. During the same trip, I had some friends over for dinner and I served a traditional Panamanian dish called “chicken and rice” with -no bones-, …they looked at me shocked because of I had done—I felt somehow like a criminal
At the end we all ate the delicious rice and had a great time.
Holy F**k! What country is this photo from??
hey Melissa, I come from England originally where the newspapers were full of stories of skips behind Indian takeaways being found full of cat skins.
you r sik bastards hws about i cut you up chop u into tiny pieces n put u in a stew u sick tossas i will chop u up n feeed u to my cats n c ow u like is u forreighn bastards :L get a life n stability n earn ur own money n buy propa food i can safely say i wont b eatin indian gen :L
melanie i think a cat has already tried to eat me judging by the scars on my hand.