Easter treats!
Hwæt!
Anna-Lena's mom (who turns 80 today) threw together some grub for Easter dinner, and it was pretty delicious! Some favorites (herring in mustard sauce, beer, couple shots of vodka) and some new stuff, including some dark smoked sliced meat that made the Pleistocene carnivore in me grunt with satisfaction. It was goooooood. I couldn't stop raving about it and asked what it was. "Hamburger," Anna-Lena said.
Bein' a Murriken I immediately said "No that's not, hamburger is ground beef." She assured me it was and got the package from the counter to show me the label. Sure enough, it said "Hamburger meat" on it. Growing ever more curious, I took the package from her and looked at the ingredients.
Horsemeat.
Horse. Meat. 100% equine flesh from the Americas.
I fuckin' ate Mr. Ed for Easter.
Anna-Lena's mom (who turns 80 today) threw together some grub for Easter dinner, and it was pretty delicious! Some favorites (herring in mustard sauce, beer, couple shots of vodka) and some new stuff, including some dark smoked sliced meat that made the Pleistocene carnivore in me grunt with satisfaction. It was goooooood. I couldn't stop raving about it and asked what it was. "Hamburger," Anna-Lena said.
Bein' a Murriken I immediately said "No that's not, hamburger is ground beef." She assured me it was and got the package from the counter to show me the label. Sure enough, it said "Hamburger meat" on it. Growing ever more curious, I took the package from her and looked at the ingredients.
Horsemeat.
Horse. Meat. 100% equine flesh from the Americas.
I fuckin' ate Mr. Ed for Easter.