A garden in Jordan
April 20, 2011 5 Comments
“Would you like me to kill a rabbit for you?” The gardener’s wife asked, when she saw Layla and I playing with the rabbits.
I unintentionally recoiled. “Oh no, we are just playing with them.”
“You eat rabbit?” she continued
“Umm, yes.” My Arabic isn’t good enough to explain that, like many city people, I am a total hypocrite when it comes to meat-eating. (The one time I had to gut and de-feather a pheasant at Leiths, I was entirely without appetite when it came to eating the finished dish.)
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