Recently, at my daughter’s netball game, I was chatting amiably to a parent who seemed, superficially, to be a decent, upright citizen. That was until she, without decent forewarning, revealed that she enjoys “devils on horseback”. I fleetingly feared that I was about to hear of some dark satanic-equine ritual but, perhaps in response to my stifled gasp, she quickly explained that she was referring to “kidneys wrapped in bacon”.
If this was meant to reassure, the desired effect was only marginal. I know that offal is enjoyed by many and even advocated by some as a necessary food, but there’s something about the knowledge of a kidney’s function that makes them off-putting to me. I wanted to join in the revelatory spirit of the conversation, however, so I shared…
