So, I saw this article, "Wal-Mart Recalls Donkey Meat in China," and I assumed that people were complaining that Wal-Mart was selling donkey meat as if it were pork.
But...no. The problem is that Wal-Mart is selling fox meat as if it were donkey meat. Selling donkey meat is fine. "Damn, Xiùyīng, this tastes like ass! Where did you get this?"
"Wal-Mart, isn't it great?"
"It sure is! Can I have some more?"
And so I had to go to Warren Zevon for a title. Sometimes it's the only way.
But...no. The problem is that Wal-Mart is selling fox meat as if it were donkey meat. Selling donkey meat is fine. "Damn, Xiùyīng, this tastes like ass! Where did you get this?"
"Wal-Mart, isn't it great?"
"It sure is! Can I have some more?"
And so I had to go to Warren Zevon for a title. Sometimes it's the only way.
Donkey meat is delicacy in China. My first trip there, the farewell dinner was at a restaurant called something like Donkey Head to Tail. It is just what it sounds like, you get a piece from every part of the donkey. If your party was big enough, you could even choose a donkey from the pen outside (in advance of course) for your meal. It was good - all of it.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure I would enjoy donkey meat. No disrespect intended.
ReplyDeleteI was just surprised that having the donkey meat adulterated with fox was criminal. But it turns out that if one reads on, the problem is that there is a huge amount of fox meat because of the fur trade.
The whole thing is just outside my experience. Thanks for the perspective!
It's a good day when you can search through Warren Zevon's discography. It makes me wistful for some SPLENDID ISOLATION with some good tunes. I would be a RENEGADE and PLAY IT ALL NIGHT LONG! POOR, POOR, PITIFUL ME that I havent the time lately. It's hard to be a MODEL CITIZEN when you don't have time to relax. You see, I am an EXCITABLE BOY and this WILD AGE filled with LAWYERS, GUNS and MONEY makes me feel like I need to HASTEN DOWN THE WIND endlessly. We are always LOOKING FOR THE NEXT BEST THING or a CERTAIN GIRL that can end our BAD LUCK STREAK or fill our EMPTY-HANDED HEART. But my Pappy always used to say, "I won't complain if I have a BED of COALS because I'll SLEEP WHEN I'M DEAD."
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