Saturday 18th June 2011
More loot I brought back from France. 🙂
For the past 17 years I’ve lived about 180 kilometres from the French border. Before that, when I lived in the UK, France was just a ferry ride away & a popular school outing destination. In short, I’ve been there loads.
On school trips to Calais, in France, my priorities were sweets, switch-combs (a switchblade with a comb instead of a blade…don’t ask!) and snap bangers. In my adulthood, thankfully, my tastes & interests changed.
I’m no longer interested in sweets. 😉
When I was old enough to afford to eat in France, we got quite partial to a bit of foie gras. We indulged ourselves for a good few years before, purely by chance, we saw a tv documentary about how foie gras was made. They basically force-feed the duck or goose so its liver expands. Although we do eat meat, which has been killed for my plate, I would at least like that animal to have the best possible life before it ends up on my plate. Needless to say, we haven’t eaten foie gras since that day. It’s know big deal, I know what it tastes like.
Thankfully, My little moral stand doesn’t apply to the breast of the animal. 😉