The Steampunk World
Cat Soup
As I've mentioned, cats hold a special place in Ghanaian society. They are considered good luck around any home. Their meat is said to protect you from witches. And they say that if you fall deathly ill away from home, eating a cat's head will keep you alive until you return to your hometown to die.
Obtaining the cat soup is quite a challenge! The western/town part of society is extremely disapproving of the african/bush part's eating habits. So cat is not generally served at any establishment. You have to get it yourself, and people tend to only have one, and they tend to be fond of it. Thus I ended up paying $5 for a cat, whereas a rat dinner might cost me 50 cents.
The second challenge is killing the cat. There may be many ways to skin it but there's only one way to kill it. A goat or dog will wag its tail up until the moment you slit its throat, but a cat will seriously fuck you up if you try any of that business. If you don't believe me, ask Peachtree, who got in a fight with a cat last year and landed in the hospital.
So you have to put it in a sack, and swing the sack against something hard and fast so the cat dies. If this sounds cruel, consider it a testament to the cat's ability. You still have to get the cat into the bag (not easy) so I'd consider this a fair fight, unlike all livestock slaughtering.
The meat is as stringy as you would expect from such toned muscles. It has the exact texture and consistency of corned beef, even getting stringy bits stuck in your teeth. The color looks like chicken. You know how corned beef's flavor jumps out at you, too bouyant for regular beef? I found the taste like that, a playful fresh taste without a hint of gaminess. In fact, it tasted almost like the cat's food: One part bird, one part fish, and one part mouse.
The flat bones like the skull and scapula were translucent, like fiberglass. The fangs were sunk deep in the skull, easily twice as much hidden as you see. The intricately folded ear, which I had so often nibbled on my own cat, was tough and flavorless. The bristled tongue, which had so often lovingly licked me, felt just as prickly in my mouth but was also devoid of taste. It seems that, like its personality, cat meat can be playful or distant.
Definitely one of the tastier meats I've ever had. Don't miss a chance to eat a cat if you are lucky enough to come across it. Like dog, it has a flavor that would be extremely popular in America if only we knew. No wonder Peace Corps types love cat soup- it's delicious!
As I've mentioned, cats hold a special place in Ghanaian society. They are considered good luck around any home. Their meat is said to protect you from witches. And they say that if you fall deathly ill away from home, eating a cat's head will keep you alive until you return to your hometown to die.
Obtaining the cat soup is quite a challenge! The western/town part of society is extremely disapproving of the african/bush part's eating habits. So cat is not generally served at any establishment. You have to get it yourself, and people tend to only have one, and they tend to be fond of it. Thus I ended up paying $5 for a cat, whereas a rat dinner might cost me 50 cents.
The second challenge is killing the cat. There may be many ways to skin it but there's only one way to kill it. A goat or dog will wag its tail up until the moment you slit its throat, but a cat will seriously fuck you up if you try any of that business. If you don't believe me, ask Peachtree, who got in a fight with a cat last year and landed in the hospital.
So you have to put it in a sack, and swing the sack against something hard and fast so the cat dies. If this sounds cruel, consider it a testament to the cat's ability. You still have to get the cat into the bag (not easy) so I'd consider this a fair fight, unlike all livestock slaughtering.
The meat is as stringy as you would expect from such toned muscles. It has the exact texture and consistency of corned beef, even getting stringy bits stuck in your teeth. The color looks like chicken. You know how corned beef's flavor jumps out at you, too bouyant for regular beef? I found the taste like that, a playful fresh taste without a hint of gaminess. In fact, it tasted almost like the cat's food: One part bird, one part fish, and one part mouse.
The flat bones like the skull and scapula were translucent, like fiberglass. The fangs were sunk deep in the skull, easily twice as much hidden as you see. The intricately folded ear, which I had so often nibbled on my own cat, was tough and flavorless. The bristled tongue, which had so often lovingly licked me, felt just as prickly in my mouth but was also devoid of taste. It seems that, like its personality, cat meat can be playful or distant.
Definitely one of the tastier meats I've ever had. Don't miss a chance to eat a cat if you are lucky enough to come across it. Like dog, it has a flavor that would be extremely popular in America if only we knew. No wonder Peace Corps types love cat soup- it's delicious!
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