I’m going to be giggling about this all evening…
There’s only downside for Subway to acknowledge this ridiculous claim. No contamination: Fake pouch! Contamination: Vindication! Murder! Not Tuna, Burn da witch!
How long before these guys get labeled as vexations litigants and see some actual penalties for their idiocy?
Having recently having an opportunity to try horse in a stew/soup, it would be pretty hard to mistake horse and beef. I found horse to be more gamey and more like lamb or something. Perhaps grinding it up would make a difference, but I doubt it.
I also would seriously doubt that people ever had horse meat to know the difference.
Exclusive: inside the jets supplying mock tuna canisters to Subway:
It might depend on preparation. A friend was vacationing in Mexico with his wife. He has his PhD in some branch of anatomy with his main interest in paleontology.
In a restaurant his wife was eating barbecue ribs. He idly picked up one of her discarded rib bones and after brief study pointed out the features that made it an equine rib.
Did his wife appreciate him pointing that out?
Heh, nope!
What’s the problem with eating horsemeat, anyway? Presumably it tasted fine, or the wife would have complained earlier. And horses are more intelligent than cows, but less so than pigs, so that shouldn’t be an obstacle, either.
Do you seriously not know why some people would have a problem with eating horse or even dog for that matter? It’s plainly obvious that it’s emotional, not logical and that goes for loads of other foods.
During WWII, my mother served my father horse meat steaks. it was pretty common then.
The Culpepper Cattle Company (1972)
Ben Mockridge: Sure is a nice horse. What’s his name?
Luke, Drover: You don’t have to put a name on something you might have to eat.
Except the claim is there’s no fish.
Bits of chicken may work, but canned chicken is more expensive than tuna.
TVP is more of a beige color before seasoning and stuff.
It’s really hard to beat flake tuna for cost as a protein source. About the only thing cheaper is cat-grade tuna.
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And of course, it shouldn’t be surprising to find chicken DNA in Subway’s tuna, because it’s mixed with mayo and egg yolks are a major ingredient thereof.
Horse meat is obviously available and a horse filet costs more or less the same as a pork filet. I assume the wife was not familiar with the local cuisine, and conversely that it never occurred to the restaurant to specify.
Not everyone has that connection to horses, so I could understand the confusion. As a kid and even well into my 20s or so, I couldn’t quite understand the aversion to horse meat. To me, it was just another work animal, not a pet like a dog or cat, so it never made sense to me. Until I met some horse people, and then I realized to a lot of people, horse is closer to a pet or family member than any ol’ farm/food animal. But it’s not immediately obvious, no, when you have absolutely no emotional connection to horses. (To be honest, I still don’t truly get it, only intellectually. That said, I’m not particularly fond of horse meat: too lean.)
There has to be some kind of conspiracy theory about the bodily fluids of draft horses and budweiser.
[Euell Gibbons voice]
Did’ja evah pet a hoss? Many hosses ah pettable!
[/Euell Gibbons voice]
Most horses are pettable. Pettable and edible are two mutually exclusive properties for an animal to have.
(This, BTW, may simply be an America or perhaps Western cultural thang. I’ve read something very differently about Korean culture: There, you might have a pet dog that’s part of the family, that your kids roll around and play with, and then one day you slaughter it for dinner.)
Farmer Jones got out of his car and while heading for his friend’s door, noticed a pig with a wooden leg. His curiosity roused, he asked, “Fred, how’d that pig get him a wooden leg?”
“Well, Michael, that’s a mighty special pig! A while back a wild boar attacked me while I was walking in the woods. That pig there came a runnin’, went after that boar and chased him away. Saved my life!”
“And the boar tore up his leg?”
“No he was fine after that. But a bit later we had that fire. Started in the shed up against the barn. Well, that ole pig started squealin’ like he was stuck, woke us up, and 'fore we got out here, the darn thing had herded the other animals out of the barn and saved 'em all!”
“So that’s when he hurt his leg, huh, Fred?”
“No, Michael. He was a might winded, though. When my tractor hit a rock and rolled down the hill into the pond I was knocked clean out. When I came to, that pig had dove into the pond and dragged me out 'fore I drownded. Sure did save my life.”
“And that was when he hurt his leg?”
“Oh no, he was fine. Cleaned him up, too.”
“OK, Fred. So just tell me. How did he get the wooden leg?”
“Well”, the farmer tells him, “A pig like that, you don’t want to eat all at once!”