What, I was just getting started. I was planning on working in angles ranging from Voltaire to patchouli oil.

I would say, however, that most of the people who were against foie gras were not regular contributors to this blog. They came here looking for a fight. They don't understand us or our culture, yet they try and come here and tell us what to think. It is that kind of cultural imperalism, and that is what it is, that most bothers me.

Thank you so much, Elizabeth.

Well it is your place, so (with the ill grace of a 5-year old being told NO) I'll stop after I try to get in one last word. (Janet keep the giggling down, please, there is serious ridicule going on.) We (that is the regulars, Robert fCK, Owl Meat Jerky, Hal Laurent, Giggles Janet et al) are pretty much the ones commenting now. We seem to have driven the food taliban back into their grotty lettuce strune holes. So, bring on new material: its just too easy with this topic to get the giggles started and coffee sprayed.

That's my good boy :-)

Thanks Mom. (with apologies to Gailor)

So if I am not a "regular" "commenter" I am not welcome? I am "food taliban"? Nice to feel welcome.

Bryanintimonium, you are welcome here. Even if you weren't a regular contributor, which I see you are, dating back to suggesting Paolo's in Towson on Oct. 17, and discussing (in a civil, non-Rule-No-2-violating way) pizza, brown rice sushi, diners and foie gras since then. Everyone is welcome, but the discussion wasn't going anywhere anymore.

Mom always did like you best, RtheS1!

I stayed out of this liver talk. Kinda senseless I thought, knowing that I couldn't contribute anything as hilarious as the Roberts. If I care enough about livers I would protest outside frat parties...

My wife and I are going to Paris in April for a wedding. Anyone care for some French you know what (wink, wink...)? Bon apetit!

This whole discussion brings to mind the climactic scene of an "art house" film from several years ago ("Jamon, Jamon" - translates to "Ham, Ham"). Two best friends go after the same girl, and their final, fatal fight is in a ham drying barn where the two of them slug it out using hams as clubs.

The visual image leapt to mind in perusing this discussion over the various threads, though I suppose the animal rights faction might choose to use a large squash or gourd for their weapon of choice.

giggle...

But, seriously... Thanks, Elizabeth, for this blog and for knowing when to let things run their course and when to take the reins.
(Reins - lower region of the trunk - the kidneys, lower abdomen, including the hips, or lower back) and liver, maybe...

Jamon, Jamon .. funny. Quite a metaphor. Food is violence. Without death there is no need for sex. Even vegetables require the decomposition of dead things to create nitrogen in the soil.

One of my favorite poems is by Serbian-American poet extraordinaire Charles SImic called "The Butcher Shop".

http://www.animaladvocacy.net/writing/simic.html

I suppose the person who posted it sees it as a literal representation of animal cruelty, but that had never crossed my mind. It instantly and always represented human history and our cruelty toward each other. Different eyes, different views.

bryanintimonium: u b et al.

Janet, please keep it down. Your work mate is threatening to turn vegan in hopes the flatulence will drive you out.