大象传媒

I was interested to see in a special issue newspaper for the 60th anniversary of the 2nd world war, a re-print if a shop selling Horseflesh, there was pictured a queue of people, some with their dogs beside them. It reminded me of a wartime story about an uncle of mine who used to buy horseflesh for the family dog.
I recall that in times of rationing, horseflesh had to be dyed on the outer skin with green food colouring to prevent it from being sold as beef on the black market, as some were wicked enough to do.
Well, this uncle of mine used to buy the horseflesh in his lunchtime from a shop near his office. One day he bought a particularly succulent 鈥榮teak; which looked just like beef. Taking it back to the office, he decided to have some fun with a colleague by showing him the 鈥榮teak鈥� being careful to keep the green marked outer skin covered by the paper it was wrapped in. The beholders eyes lit up at the sight of it and of course he said, 鈥淲here did you get that?鈥� My Uncle replied, 鈥淥h, just around the corner, would you like it? I can get some more for myself.鈥� His colleague became suspicious so my uncle decided to reveal to him that it was horseflesh for his pedigree corgi. Those were hard times for all of us, but even worse for pet owners.
We only had a cat in our family; my mother used to give him bits of bread with Bovril on it, this he ate quite quickly and happily until he smelled the weekly roast cooking 鈥� then he鈥檚 turn away from it in disgust.

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