Cute? No, tasty!

By Paul Fulford on March 25, 2008 4:23 PM | Permalink

Since I live in the People's Free Republic of Moseley, tolerance is a quality that isn't so much natural as obligatory. But there's a limit.

I'm soon to cook for a vegetarian. Call me unreasonable, but I consider vegetarians pests. Would they fry me a rare chunk of steak were I to visit their house? Not on you nelly. It would be the usual raw carrot and lettuce sort of muck on which they smugly survive. Why, then, should they expect me to cook them special unfleshy food?

I accept that there are veggies who have thought long and hard about their choice not to eat meet - good for them! But most, I think, are guided simply by sentimentality. And none, I believe, takes true pleasure in food.

Man has eaten meat down the ages and gained strength and joy from doing so. What's different now is that we namby-pamby town dwellers are disconnected from its production and apt to get all dewy-eyed at the thought of baby lambs, cuddly calves and the like.

Rear animals naturally, treat them kindly, despatch them humanely and I'm happy to eat what results.

Anyway, I'm off to cook a tomato sauce and basil....which would be a whole lot nicer with a few chunks of dry-cured organic bacon.

Grrrr.....