Shanghai Daily posted this week that fox meat was substituted for donkey meat at Wal-Mart and the customer was so upset that they demanded compensation. That is SO messed up on so many levels that I don’t even know where to begin but let’s start with the fact that Wal-Mart sells donkey meat. WTF! The article stated that fox meat costs less than donkey meat though, which was a real problem for the customer because he was being cheated and, oh, it didn’t taste as good-you think? How about the real problem is that both donkey and fox meat are sold here to the masses at Wal-Mart, which is revolting and gag-worthy and really something I wish I didn’t know. Damn, I hate that I read and am too informed at times. But, there it is, and who am I to judge but now I have yet another reason not to ever meat in China or shop at Wal-Mart, not that I ever did. And you would think it couldn’t get worse than the donkey vs. fox meat debate, when it does because, after all, THIS IS CRAZY & WONDERFUL CHINA! BTW, here is the link to the story for more details if your stomach can stand it: http://www.shanghaidaily.com/national/Fox-flesh-found-in-donkey-meat-package-at-WalMart-store/shdaily.shtml
The ordinary vendors selling meat in their tiny Street shops seems normal to me as I pass it every day on my way to the subway. But yesterday, I saw vendors selling hot barbequed hearts and cloven hooves in the alleys of the ancient town of Zhujiajiao. YUM! Doesn’t everything taste good with barbeque sauce?
Then, I saw something strung up between the trees by the charming (albeit polluted) canal in the”Venice of China” water town we were visiting. Thinking, oh how festive, they have strung Christmas lights, I found upon closer inspection that it was instead a chain of mystery meat sausages and other raw meat festively dangling and attracting flies. DOUBLE YUM AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
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in 1975 I ate Chateaubriand in a local Hong Kong eatery. Later that evening we met up with others that ate at McDonalds. They laughed when they heard what we ate, asking how many cows we had seen in HK. As we walked back to the ship we passed a lighted street corner with what looked like skinned dogs hanging from strung wire lines. The next day EVERYONE who at at McDonalds was sick with food poisoning. I felt great.