Like the time Alan and I ate shark and whatever it was with Mrs Jefferies, this sort of thing sounds exotic. So did the ostrich Taha and I ate not so long ago, but basically a steak is a steak. To some, soya might seem equally exotic, ditto quorn, in spite of its blubbery texture.
The same can be said of many other things in life. The exotic, the unusual, even the dangerous can be extremely tempting, but at the end of the day it’s still only meat, or whatever you are substituting it for. And if it is only exotic rather than forbidden fruit, you don’t even get a rush out of it.
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