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Speaking of food...

You know the Italians are famous for their food. 400 kinds of cheese, at least that many kinds of pasta, and need I mention the gelato? I think not. But even the best can make some, uh, questionable culinary choices.

Like when I was in Arco and found horsemeat on the menu.

Horsemeat.

Hi Ho Silver! Filet!

I heard you all groan from here. The depths I’ll go for a stupid joke. It's almost 2 AM in Gatwick airport. Gimme a break.

I’m sticking with vegetables, thank you. If only because I would never, ever hear the end of it should I one day eat the flesh of an animal my mother loves just slightly more than her children.

I promise, ma, I will never EVER barbeque your horses.

At least not while the glue factory pays so well.


Comments

no barbeque and no glue factory ever - those four legged beauties mean almost as much to me as those two legged beauties who drive me insane constantly

don't worry big momma, if tmj bbq's one of your mares i'll send HIM to the glue factory. wait, that doesn't solve the issue...

I thought Italians were famous for their copious amounts of body hair?

Aww, now don't get all upset. It's just an observation made by someone who's survived the glue factory and lived to blog about it.

I'm still laughing at that "hi ho silver" joke. Maybe because it's been a long day and I'm a bit punch drunk. Or maybe it's just that funny. I can't tell.

Have a safe flight.

horsemeat has always been available here in italy, but until recently, it was only from a few specialty shops. during the mad cow panic a few years back, almost every butcher shop put a sign in the window saying that "carne equino" was available, and many have continued to carry it since then.

tassy siding with my mom. now there's something you won't see everyday.



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