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Equine flesh was still available on menus in places such as Ni^mes,
Narbonne, or Carcassonne, as recently as a quarter of a century ago; and
perhaps it still is.

Given that bovines are now raised in heavily polluting factories and fed on
a diet that consists of antibiotics, hormones, noxious chemicals, and
nameless gobbets of unidentified (best not to know) flesh, don't you think
it would be more salutory and more rational to devour an equine than a
bovine? And if the horse talks, so much the better.

One cannot subsist on ratatouille alone; at times, carnivory is necessary
to sate the taste; so what if it's Bambi's mom, or Black Beauty?

Jeeves was thought to have eaten gobs of fish, and therefore such a brain;
but nowadays the FDA recommends (NY Times, a week or so ago) that you not
eat too much fish because we have befouled the limitless depths of the
inexhaustible oceans with our poisons. Given that chicken is a worse
factory food than beef, one can eat neither fish nor foul....

Today, if you wish to eat meat, your best chance if survival lies in goat,
rabbit (there is a reason why the furry rabbit foot is attached, you know),
horse, venison, and the like. Your local ethnic butcher may be able to
supply you.

Those who scorn the equine feast merely reveal their ignorance of the sad
state of affairs to which we have brought ourselves.

Of course, there is always the escargot as an alternativ; or perhaps four
and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie. But why not horse?

O thou naysayer, bridle your anti-equine passions and mount a saddle of
horse ribs on your table; and hope it does not give you the galloping
trots.