Horse Burger

So, we all may have eaten horse, huh?

I hear that they're gonna' make up for it by allowing a cow to join the field for the next Kentucky Derby.

As much as I eat I'm not a very adventurous eater. I remember having tried rabbit and bear as a kid because Dad put it in the sauce and truth be told, I'd have eaten a turd covered in his sauce.

"This is a small chicken," I recall my mother saying as we ate the rabbit. When Dad broke the news she was a little peeved.

But I know guys who've tried everything.

Frogs, calf brains, snake, squirrel, turtle, shark, Ox, Buffalo, raccoon, cat, even dog.

Not me.

I can't even stomach sushi although I'll try nearly any Chinese dish, and who the hell knows what's in there.

If horse is suddenly considered a delicacy you won't see me standing at the front of the line.

Cows, pigs, chicken.

I've eaten plenty of those.

I have a friend who came to the country from Asia.

"Did you ever eat a dog?" I asked him once as a joke.

When he hesitated I cringed.

"I didn't know it was dog until I was done eating it," he said.

I was afraid to ask.

"Was it good?"

He sort of scrunched up his nose. I didn't want to even picture what it might be like to harvest the dog?

"Actually it was good," he said, "but after I found out it was dog I threw up."

Still the problem here is that we may have eaten Mr. Ed without knowing it. Wasn't one of the fast food burger joints in the news for such a claim?

I know how my stomach feels after eating one of those McDonald's burgers so let's just say it wouldn't surprise me.

Stick to pasta!

Stick to pasta!

Stick to pasta!

That's my new plan.