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The current uproar in the UK about horsemeat made me recall the mindset of my younger self. I grew up in Tunisia, where my parents were posted until 1973. That’s where I went to school and started university.
When I was at the French Lycée in La Marsa, opposite the train station there was a sandwich shop we used to often pass by after school. It served horsemeat, as did many other such outlets.
The best were the salami sandwiches that were my top pick and I can still remember as delicious.
When I told my parents, they were a bit shocked. My dad investigated further on his weekly market run. He reported horsemeat was widely available at butchers’. He got some steaks to cook for our dogs. But when our housekeeper and gardener saw them, they were surprised that it wasn’t for our own consumption. So their share of horsemeat steaks was added to dad’s weekly shopping list to their great delight. MOREHERE