In my heart of over-worked hearts, I always knew we'd come to our senses. So it was with great joy that I read this article about the lifting of the foie-gras ban:
All in all, some pretty solid journalism, though I must take issue with one line describing this tasty treat as "a delicacy made from the fattened livers of ducks and geese."
Let it be known that back in the stone ages, anyone who attempted to define foie gras without using the word "gelatinous" usually would be either asphyxiated with a hock of bresaola or drawn and quartered by the last four horses to be euthanized in the middle of the Derby.
So watch your back, Phil Vettel, just because your name sounds like "vittles" doesn't mean the crows won't pick at your soul...