As we are calling so many things so many things we would like them to be now-a-days, I thought it would be interesting to see what Parisans were doing as the Empire of France went down the tubes.....
"I dine habitually at a bouillon; there horseflesh is eaten in the place of beef, and cat is called rabbit. Both, however, are excellent, and the former is a little sweeter than beef, but in other respects much like it; the latter something between rabbit and squirrel, with a flavor all its own. It is delicious. I recommend those who have cats with philoprogenitive proclivities, instead of drowning the kittens, to eat them. Either smothered in onions or in a ragout they are excellent."
Within a month or two, the writer went on to discuss the positive and negative epicurean aspects of eating all the animals in the Zoo of Paris. His advice was to avoid the Corsican mouflan, which was, in his honest opinion, passable with a thick onion gravy but not a beast one would wish to move to Corsica to enjoy on a daily basis.
There you have it. No matter what happens, just remember, it will all be fine or at least more palatable ... as long as you remember to smother it in onions.. |
