This is the catering for a wedding in rural France. It certainly tests one’s determination to eat meat. It was probably the best pork that I have eaten, but that was a while ago. I was at the farm when the pig was slaughtered humanely, nevertheless I have found it hard to post this picture. There’s something here too similar with a human. Stained glass windows portray martyrs in similar ways. Would it be different if the carcass had no head?
The problem is that it tasted so good. I think townies, like myself, are fearful of death. The people amongst whom I now live treat dying as part of an ineluctable cycle. I’m not sure if one can adapt to a mindset like that. I’ll continue with the lentils and toulouse sausages – the ones without eyes.