In the late 1940s, after my sister was given a pet cocker spaniel for her birthday, horsemeat became part of his life. The vet had great disdain for canned dog food and suggested hamburger or ground horsemeat. As hamburger was pricey, horsemeat was affordable and available at the local butcher shop. So my mother opted for horsemeat. And I was called on to cook it. All three pounds of it. All I can say is it has a unique odor when cooking and it is not pleasant. And you will never forget it.
That happened when several years later the family took a weekend trip to the Poconos in Pennsylvania and had trouble finding a place to eat. In desperation we stopped at a seedy hamburger joint along the road. And there it was, the same odor.
Much has been made that the French consider horse a delicacy. But for me, there isn’t enough garlic in the world to mask that smell.
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