There's many things I love about living in France; one being the amount of local village 'fetes' that highlight a local product or foraged item such the 'cepe' mushroom, pumpkins, truffles, wine - bien sur!) giant croissants (less interesting - and there is a previous post about this somewhere), carrots, oysters, etc, etc, but . . . there are certain fetes I would definitely not wish to attend.
I don't particularly like the idea of eating baby cow, especially having seen certain reportages on how most of them live before being terminated - actually not so much around here - there are plenty of meadows where cows munch lazily while their offspring amble over for a quick milk top-up or laze about in the grass. But baby cow's head . . . nope, not happening. It might be a vestige of a childhood memory where I came from school and found Mum attempting to cook half a calf's head in not-quite-big-enough aluminium casserole; or it might just be that it's rather a vile idea, let alone making a celebration out of it. However there must be many other folk who find the idea wonderful judging by the poster. 50 years of it! The famous fete of baby cow head.
Think I'll stick to the celebration of the humble carrot or tomato.
Don't suppose they will be serving it like this however . . . calf's head 'en tortue' - tortoise shape, I think.
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