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Found on Gab (clickit to biggit):
I had to laugh at the instructions.
I’ve been present when an elephant that was destroying crops was shot near an African village. The villagers swarmed the carcass, armed with machetes, axes and other edged instruments, and proceeded to have a gigantic meat-eating binge that lasted three days. They dismembered that carcass from inside and out, literally: some people crawled inside the belly cavity and cut their way out, while others stood on the ribs and cut their way in. When an errant machete blade from one side or the other cut into someone on the other side of the skin, there were screams of outrage and anger; but mostly they were too busy eating (yes, even raw meat!) to care.
At the end of three days, all that was left were the remains of the entrails, and the huge bones of the elephant skeleton. Sixty-odd villagers had eaten until they bulged (literally): their stomachs were so distended I was surprised they could still move. Of course, in African heat, with no refrigeration available, the meat had already spoiled by the third day, but they ate and ate and ate so as to waste as little as possible of the precious nutrition deposited on their doorsteps by the Game Department.
Perhaps they should have tried this recipe . . .
Peter
Bayou Renaissance Man