Just a decade ago I wouldn't have eaten goat, yet goat curry is now one of my favourites and we're planning a slow-roasted goat leg for the approaching weekend. Even venison, or the meat of deer, was too far from the familiar track for most Australians until recently. Shark sells much more readily when it is flake, and Australians eat snails for the same reason they eat fish eyes, to impress someone.
Isn't it time we ate horse? In the year of the latest statistics, 2008/09, we exported 2648 tonnes of horse meat for human consumption to France, Switzerland, Belgium, Russia and Japan, among other countries, for a lousy $4 a kilogram, and we didn't eat a slice of it. The Hunter has a knackery at Edgeworth converting brumbies to dogmeat, yet not a knuckle finds its way to a butcher shop. That's because our political masters are scared of the horsey people who see something other than a horse when they see a horse. Sure, not all horsey people are so irrational but a great many are, and governments are frightened of the backlash. Typical of these misguided dogooders are the members of the Hunter Valley Brumby Association, which has just had a frantic fundraising effort to save two brumbies from among many that have met a useful and none-too-early end at the Edgeworth Knackery. To be fair, these brumbies were probably not suitable for human consumption but after the brumby association cleans and fattens them they should be. How would a brumby go on a spit roast?
A single butcher in Perth has been given a ministerial dispensation to sell horse meat, and the shop is in the midst of a storm of protest. No dispensation in NSW, and given the political precariousness of the government and opposition there's not likely to be. Can you imagine the noise from the brumby sops who object even to wild, lice-ridden horses being converted to dogmeat!
Isn't it time we met such mawkishness head on? Why should the likes of brumby nutters have any influence over what's on our dinner plate? What do you think is on theirs?