According to this local paper, Alison Breirley, an artist and taxidermist living in North Yorkshire in the UK, has developed a bizarre craving for fresh roadkill during her pregnancy.
Since she’s already in the habit of scouting for these strewn-about, recently deceased forest animals, her craving has been relatively easy to sate. She’s even had some roadkill dinner parties which her friends– amenable to this alternative food lifestyle– seem to enjoy. On the menu: hare, deer, pigeon, rabbit and owls and pheasant.
Brierley tells reporters, “Usually I eat really healthily but now I’m pregnant I get strong cravings for roadkill. It’s more gamey than other meat and I love the taste. I also don’t have to feel guilty about eating it because I know it’s had a completely free range and natural life.”
I’m trying to have an open mind here. I really am. It’s lovely Yorkshire! These owls probably have lived marvelously idyllic and disease and antibiotic-free lives, much like the little animal characters in Beatrix Potter tales. But I’m not sure I could stomach it. I could hardly eat a chicken nugget during my pregnancies let alone a tire-marked pigeon. Am I missing something? I’m sure there’s a wonderful eco-friendly argument for eating roadkill (and some studies done on the safety of hit-and-run rabbit versus the mystery meat “product” in fast food products) but still… yipes.