Friday, 8 February 2013
Findus Lasagne: Why Would You Eat It Anyway?
Given the actual amount of meat in this type of product, I suspect that quarter of an ounce of horsemeat is unlikely to hurt anybody.
Horse is not my favourite meat, but I have it from time to time, it is widely available from butchers here in Brussels.
Actually, given the choice of a nice tender piece of Cheval, fresh from my local butcher, or some ancient piece of pale tasteless pork pumped full of water and wrapped in celophane and bought from a British supermarket, guess which I would choose?
It is one of the nicer aspects of life here. I buy meat from the butcher, fish from the fishmonger, bread from a baker, and cheese from a fromagerie. Fruit and veg only comes from the farmer's market. In London, it is Tesco or Waitrose for everything. Its a shame.
But back to Findus Lasagne. Why would you want to give that to your children? Lasagne is one of the simplest dishes to make. Why buy it in a bloody box? I can only imagine what it tastes like, and I bet the texture is pretty ghastly too.
I always loved to cook. On Saturday, when I was a boy, my dad used to get up early to bake bread - it was wonderful. I remember the smell as if it were yesterday, and to have a couple of thick slices while it was still warm was heaven.
I guess nobody bakes their own bread now.
Apparently not many people can make their own lasagne, either.