I read a very interesting story the other day. A famous cooking show host in Italy was suspended from his show after admitting to the audience that he was a lover of Cat Stew. Yes—you read that right. He eats cats. Cute little cuddly balls of fur with retractable claws. Well, he probably doesn’t eat the fur and claws, but anyway…
Beppe Bigazzi not only spoke of his love of such stew, but also explained how to prepare the cat meat. He said, “Cat, soaked for three days in the running water of a stream comes out with its meat white, and I assure you—I have eaten it many times—that it is a delicacy.” At which point I’m sure he put his fingers to his lips and did that kissy thing that means magnifico!. He then went on to back up his stance and peculiar tastes by asking, “Why don’t they defend rabbits?” knowing how some Europeans love their Hasenpfeffer. Well, rabbits are just fluffy rodents, and cats are slinky, fur balls that eat rodents, so…why not?
Now I know there has also been quite the controversy in Europe about the right to eat horsemeat, with PETA people pitting themselves against restaurants because they serve such delicacies off the hoof. But in spite of a shudder of revulsion that immediately sliced through each and every horse lover reading this, horsemeat has been served at many established restaurants in France and Italy since before Roy Rogers had Trigger stuffed. I’m sure the folks that eat horsemeat probably think it is much more humane to eat a horse than stuff one and put it in a museum. In fact, I think they’d rather stuff and eat it. If the French have their own form of Thanksgiving, can you imagine the size of the meat platter? I wonder if they use oats for the stuffing. I bet those young Frenchies think twice before asking for a drumstick.
An American might eat a horse if they were stranded in the Oregon Pass during a blizzard and were starving to death. Of course, PETA would probably come by and scrawl on their sheltering igloo with red paint, “Save a horse! Stuff an equestrian!” and they would be marked for life as the evil murderer of My Friend Flicka.
There is still that pesky problem of poverty and starvation in many places around the world. I’m not saying there aren’t other options at this point, but they might want to take a look at feeding the hungry with what is readily available. Wild horses run free in parts of America and are a constant problem for farmers and cattlemen. The government uses our taxes to take care of starving wild animals while people go without. Sounds a bit backward to me. Cats and rabbits roam wild in almost every city and are a scourge on society. What say we sell cat, rabbit, and horse licenses and thin out the herds? They do it for deer.
P.s. The writing of this article does not mean I am in favor of cooking cats or horses. That’s just crazy talk! I’m merely putting the facts out there so that you can decide whether you feel in the mood for a hairball sandwich.