@quillfire and @cryptogee

There is nothing more interesting (well, for the purposes of this conversation, anyway), than people's interpretation(s) of food(s).

Let me begin with the pig/pork conundrum: you do know, of course that it is, genetically, the closest one can get to being human without being human? Which, of course, is why, when no human organs have been available, a pig's heart and/or skin has/have been used in transplants (https://ansc.illinois.edu/news/human-pig-genome-comparison-complete-0). Which, of course, when mentioned on the radio earlier today appropos burn victims, had the Muslim listeners shaking their heads. Pigs are unclean and haram (forbidden) - even if they could save a life.

On a completely different note, and as I've mentioned often, I'm married to an avowed carnivore who consorts with fellow carnivores in a very carnivorous country. So, in those circles, meat that is not read, is at times, referred to as amper vleis as is the case with chicken.

Those comments are made with tongues firmly in cheeks, but it gets better: country menus which, next to the avocado and bacon salad and the chicken mayo toastie boast a big, bold V for...vegetarian...next to them, beggars belief.

Finally, not long after we arrived in our country village, we went to a "do" at the local larny (smart) lodge. It was an opskop (Quill can translate) of note and a buffet dinner was available. Including a vegetarian option for the single Jewish vegetarian diner. Among the dishes was a potato bake. With bacon. Which she ate with relish. She was none the wiser and she lives and breathes to (not) tell the tale because no-one dared tell her after she'd scoffed half the dish.

I wonder what George Orwell's Old Boar would have to say.

Fiona