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Cats are Yummy
Cats, some of the most irritating animals on the planet, are gaining traction as a tasty treat. The most recent cat-as-food story to hit the news comes out of Canete, Peru, where the Gastronomical Festival of the Cat is held each year, reports the Sun.
[Participants] believe that eating cat burgers – and fried cat legs and tails – can cure bronchial disease.
It is also believed that feline meat serves as an aphrodisiac.
The cats are bred especially for this festival – which takes place at the end of September on the Day of Santa Ifigenia.
Animal rights groups aren’t happy, though a PETA spokesman offers no discernible reason why, other than that the group simply doesn’t want people to eat any meat.
So which side is right? That’s tough. But whenever a situation poses me with a difficult ethical and culinary choice, as here, I ask myself (as we all do), What would ALF do?
Yay cat! More here, including a pretty good video of the festival (Spanish only). How to cook a cat here. Australians reduce feral cat population via culinary means here.
Jamie Oliver’s Obesity Fearmongering Reaches New Lows
Just in time for Christmas, Atari is set to launch a Jamie Oliver cooking game. It’ll celebrate Oliver, “a phenomenon in the world of food… [who is] one of the world’s best-loved television personalities and one of Britain’s most famous exports.”
But that’s not all Oliver is. He’s also a tremendously wealthy prattling twit whose “woefully” ineffective yet mushrooming anti-obesity hysterics I’ve gone on about from time to time.
But even I was unprepared for his latest export–the docudrama Eat to Save Your Life–which is debuting this week in foodielicious Australia:
It is also tough-love Jamie-style: he calls all the ladies “darlin” - and then makes a particularly rotund one submit to a bath in which she is doused in slithery liquid to represent all the excess fat she’s consuming. The piece de resistance, however, is expert Gunther von Hagens: at Jamie’s request the good doctor cuts up the innards of a 28-stone corpse in front of all of us. It’s very, very tough love - and very watchable.
Jamie, darlin’. I met you a few years back, and I have to say you seemed a pleasant and charismatic enough chap. But, dude, the only autopsy I want a chef taking part in is the slicing and dicing of a cow, pig, chicken, or other non-human carcass for purposes of making me dinner.
If you really want to do something about obesity–and this advice is as free, moneywise, as the change people need to make to lose weight–cut the showboating, stop trying to scare everyone to death, stay away from quacks like von Hagens, stop grossing people out, and remind your fellow countrymen how to go for a walk.
