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When New York magazine proclaimed eating goat a “trendlet” last summer, one reader wrote on the magazine’s Web site, “Here are white people again!!!! Acting like they invented goat meat.”
[Me: Turns out goat is the world's most popular meat, which I find hard to believe.]
I’d liked the flavor of the meat, equidistant as it was from lamb and beef. But when my teeth wrangled a particularly tough piece of meat that was shield-shaped and curved and slightly rubbery, I had the distinct impression that I had bitten into the cup of a tiny bra.
[Me: Mmmm]
I was thinking of picking up another goat roti soon, but then I saw this blog post about Cesar Chavez and now I feel compelled to become a vegetarian myself (minus grapes too, of course).
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