It was with a bit of trepidation that I approached France and the Unknown.
You see, I’ve never been shy about my eating habits; basically… if it moves, I’ll eat it; if it recently moved but is a bit still now, I’ll still eat it and even if it was always a bit non-moving, I’ll probably eat it anyway! Apart, that is, from fish fingers! I do not, under any circumstances, eat fish fingers!
And I have been known to enjoy the odd glass of wine (and some of the glasses of wine that I’ve drunk, purely in the purposes of research, you understand, have been pretty damn odd!) and the occasional Ricard!
Frances Penwill-Cook, on the other hand describes herself as… “I’m a teetotal, vegan girl (apart from eating my own chickens’ eggs)” – would we get on?
Well, I thought the best thing would be to steer clear of slippery ground (can you tell what’s coming?) and stick (if that’s an appropriate word) to posts about dog poo!
Of which this blog has a few!
In order to save you from having to read them all, I’ve selected Dog poo protests to clean up streets as a fairly typical example. Interesting to note that… “Some sources state that 16 tonnes of dog poo are removed in Paris each day, which only makes up 20% of the actual daily amount.”
Makes you think, doesn’t it?
Moving swiftly on…. I decided to take a look at Public loo inconveniences and was so glad I had. It’s posts like this that make it worth living! I do have to admit to thinking about Peregrinations when I read that!
Then I stumbled down Our little, nameless French road and its brilliance and then visited the Armistice service in the village.
It’s interesting reading through this blog from start to finish and watching how the writer changes during the process. Somewhere along the line there is a move From champagne to tracksuit bottoms.
I think that the real turning point of the blog comes in November 2009 when Frances asks… “Will I go vegan in rural France?”
Frances and I do have something in common (foodwise, that is), we are both not McDonalds fans. Read McDonald’s or McHell in France to find out why. Personbally, I haven’t eaten McDo since December 1995 – because a member of staff was rude to me! You should see how stubborn I can be when someone kicks me in the goolies!
The process of turning Vegan (apart from her own chicken eggs) is documented and rationalised brilliantly.
It might surprise Frances (and other vegans) that even an outrageous carnivore like me (all that… if it moves, I’ll eat it stuff that I won’t bore you with again) cares about animal welfare -I just like eating the things once they’ve had a good life!
Not eating meat must have a humanising effect as Frances soon turns to animal rescue. Rabbit rescue in France leads to quite a sad post called Time for Bunny heaven. Now I love eating rabbit (especially wild rabbit – rabbit that runs and lives free does taste better!) but I felt sorry for poor Moonlight and poor Sunlight, who just didn’t want to live any longer without her friend.
If you’re not interested in becoming vegan (or vegetarian, even), don’t let that stop you reading this blog. The first 100 posts are about Frances’ new life in France; the remaining 40 posts touch on food ethics and animal rescue.
Hey, if I (the original “pass me another andouilette sandwich and a pig’s trotter to chew upon”) can enjoy this blog, then I’m sure you can.
Ready to dive right in? Why not start by taking a look at My Paddock Paradise – that Olga does look a right Breton Mare, doesn’t she!
And me? Well, I’m going back to take a look at my second favourite post on this blog (the getting hands stuck down toilets post has got to be my favourite!), Beautiful horses on the valley and chicken.
All the best