browsing through spiegel online i stumble across the new BBC 3 cooking series: road kill café in which
Fergus [Drennan] goes to the sleepy Kent town of Sandwich to persuade locals to go foraging for the first time and discover the delights of road kill.
yum, yum. i guess, instead of having to watch out for shot it’s time to start watching out for glass shards and bumper sticker rubber…
also, as tim worstall points out in his blog:
Now, a little bit of extremely valuable legal advice here. One of the easiest pieces of roadkill to obtain is pheasant: early evenings they are known to come to the roadside of the little back country lanes around the shooting estates to pick up gravel for their gizzards.
It’s not as if you’re trying to hit them as you speed around those lanes, but it does of course happen (Oops, sorry Guv’!). Now, if you hit one and then pick it up and take it home to eat it that is poaching. Tsk tsk. However, if someone else hits one and then you pick it up that isn’t, that’s entirely legit, you’re picking up roadkill, however fresh it might be.
now, what’s for christmas again?
amused.
