So hungry I could eat a horse!

Cindy's father normally does most of the cooking in their household but he's been unwell so her mother has had to step up to the task. Cindy and I thought it'd me nice for us to contribute by cooking at least one meal so Cindy nominated Pachista, one of her favourites from my repertoire. Google comes up with nothing when I search for it so I guess it must be an Allan family recipe. It's just mince, capsicum, noodles, béchamel sauce and paprika in a casserole. (You dirty a lot of different vessels but if you know how to make white sauce it's not that hard.)

This time was slightly different. As we were buying the ingredients, Cindy said to me, "We always have it with beef mince. Why don't we make a French version this time and make it with horse!?" (Actually, it might not have even been phrased as a question. I was informed that it would be a horse pachista and the next thing I knew Cindy's mum was back from the market with a packet of horse mince.) Actually, horse is not difficult to cook, it looks and smells just like beef. The taste is not much different; less than the difference between beef and kangaroo. So I made the rest as I normally do, mixing the paprika into the white sauce and putting some Parmesan on top.

Cindy tucked in, hoping the horse would make it better than usual; I just pretended it was beef. But Cindy's parents reacted with trepidation. I don't know how I managed to scare French people who I constantly see eating all manner of liver derivatives. But after they realised that it was in fact a good combination they liked it.

Now I can say that not only have I had horse meat served to me, I've also served it to others.