
Love the pig!
Well, you just never know, do you?
This Horse-y hoo ha that has smothered the news lately makes you think. Think about what you eat, because after all, we are what we eat. Simple.
Cheap meat equals cheap content, and ambiguity – where did it come from? How many air miles are on it? How fresh is it? And now….WHAT is it?
We’ve been to France, we’ve probably eaten horse, that’s not the argument really. It’s knowing we’re eating it, and being happy about it.
Here in the Alpujarras, we wince at the pig being killed at Matanza – but enjoy the chorizo, morcilla, longaniza, and other tasty porcine entrails – we know where it’s from.
The wine we drink is the one from the grapes we harvested, to help our neighbour. No fish guts, no nasty preservatives.
Our olive oil is first press, green, from Carolina, I can point you out her trees close to Torviscon.
Our bread is freshly baked over wood, daily. Sometimes it would be nice to have something different, but that’s what the Panadero bakes.
We could buy all these things in Dia, or Aldi – cheaper, but inferior.
Next time you’re on your dwindling UK high street – doesn’t matter where, they all look the same – then pass by the growing number of charity shops and betting shops – seek out your local butcher or baker – and do yourself – and your digestion – a favour.