tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25057281.post8636536417706277435..comments2023-03-10T12:38:54.612+01:00Comments on Beth in France: Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141877537334176841noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25057281.post-38495457672365451062010-03-28T03:58:26.310+02:002010-03-28T03:58:26.310+02:00Totally coincidental, if you believe in such thing...Totally coincidental, if you believe in such things. My husband's onstage directorial debut was last night. We had NOT discussed your story, and I know he hadn't read it. But there, onstage, on a chalkboard representing a diner menu in the comedy "The Philadelphia" he had chalked in "Fried Kittens $2.95". After the show I told him the Poulain story and he vowed to add "Roasted Pony" to tonight's menu!Momma Beehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02503538950732048064noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25057281.post-73660334661349857792010-03-27T08:11:41.158+01:002010-03-27T08:11:41.158+01:00Well, Sev is pretty unflappable. he just shugs an...Well, Sev is pretty unflappable. he just shugs and takes it all as it comes...even when it comes in the form of roast horse. He said it was "okay"- not exactly a rave review. He was just hungry that day. Growing boy, and all that...<br /><br />As for meat-eating in general, it all about where you draw the line. And that line-drawing is so culturally-loaded and subjective that most people can't even have a sensible discussion about it. <br />I'm SO grateful that all my readers seem to share an anthropological take on things. I guess only smart, cool people read my blog!!Bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14141877537334176841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25057281.post-21707209252284889342010-03-26T23:16:18.326+01:002010-03-26T23:16:18.326+01:00I have an oddly ambivalent feeling about a lot of ...I have an oddly ambivalent feeling about a lot of meat eating, that said, I like it....I take it Sev found it tasty. I am pretty sure I was served horse in a French farmhouse YEARS ago, but they didn't tell me and I didn't ask, it was quite good. Whatever it was.orenetahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10616103982088424715noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25057281.post-11722873753321828362010-03-26T20:38:56.243+01:002010-03-26T20:38:56.243+01:00Haha, that was the first thing I learned in French...Haha, that was the first thing I learned in French, "C'est du cheval?" I can't bring myself to eat it either, thats ok though, my husband will eat my share as well if it is ever served to me!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25057281.post-15269726959626620912010-03-26T15:39:18.286+01:002010-03-26T15:39:18.286+01:00But in the case of roast kitten you really need to...But in the case of roast kitten you really need to wipe out an entire litter, at least. I'm sure Sev could snarf down a half dozen on his own. Pickled? No, more likely deep fried quickly til they pop. Your chosen countrymen came up with La Petite Oiseau, after all, drowned in Armagnac and slow roasted. Just an appetizer!Momma Beehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02503538950732048064noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25057281.post-69599042323674854712010-03-26T13:32:40.105+01:002010-03-26T13:32:40.105+01:00Just when I was wondering what's worse than be...Just when I was wondering what's worse than being served roasted pony, I was given the answer: Dead kittens pickled in brine.Bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14141877537334176841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25057281.post-75409599478163450802010-03-26T12:58:02.840+01:002010-03-26T12:58:02.840+01:00Yikes! I am creeped out just reading this! I can...Yikes! I am creeped out just reading this! I can't imagine being served such a "treat". *shudder* It is amazing, and interesting, the cultural differences regarding food around the world.Joyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09695354700835113117noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25057281.post-61847791324362606692010-03-26T10:01:02.205+01:002010-03-26T10:01:02.205+01:00Oh no! "like serving roast kitten".... ...Oh no! "like serving roast kitten".... there goes my appetite. The Germans (in this region) eat horse too: Cologne has french ties - and the specialty of the area is Sauerbraten - horse meat pickled for several days in brine - then roasted with a dark sour gravy. Most people just use beef now days - but there are many pubs that advertise 'Pferd Sauerbraten" around here. ... sorry, just can't get that 'roast kitten' out of my head...Lyndahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03037350189933791568noreply@blogger.com