Posted by Bob on October 15, 2002
In Reply to: Cuisine and not herd posted by Mia on October 15, 2002
: : : : : : Coming home from school and finding my pet (or what I thought were pet) rabbits in the freezer did it for me.
: : : : : That would do it. As kids we were once served venison after spending the day feeding the fawns in the petting zoo. It was not good.
: : : : : Mind you, I'm omnivorous these days, and lard makes amazing pie crust.
: : : : I saw them as pets. My parents saw them as food. What are ya gonna do? As Tony Soprano would say.
: : : I was once in a restaurant in Paris struggling over the translation of a particular dish on the menu. I do not speak French but manage okay with food usually. Unfortunately I was stumped, as were the waitress and the restaurants manager. The waitress was scampering about the table while the manager pretended to shoot at her. I kept bleating " Venison? VeniSON?" Sadly no one French understands the word "venison", no matter how exaggerated the French accent one pronounces it with. Finally, in desperation I asked, "Bambi?" "Ah! Oui! Oui, Bambi! (throat-cutting motion)" Ah Disney, the universal language.
: : It would have been easier to order duck.
: : : :As in Donald? Eat Up- Manger jusqu'à la dernière miette
I'm a city boy myself (Markets! That's where food comes from!) but I understand from people of rural upbringing the First Rule of Farming: never let the children name the lambs.