Many years ago in the Italian lake country it was time to eat again and horse was on the menu so I ordered it and it was OK but did not make me crave more horse meat. #allworldnewsreallyaboutme
150 million meatballs is a lot of meatballs.
I recently thought about linking to a post about eating dog in Vietnam, but it was too poorly written to share with you. Anyway, one culture's taboo is another's protein. Horse metaphors remain common in our language (e.g., phrases for deal-making, frolic, appetite, penis size, electromotive force, speed, differentiation, and many more) even though many or most Americans have never spent quality time with a horse; I suppose this is true in horse-eating countries, so it probably doesn't mean much on the edibility front.
We still say "bullshit," too, and it's still one of our very best and most versatile words (I am partial to the adjectival usage), along with numerous riffs on pigs, sheep, geese, et al. I wonder if our great-great-grandchildren will use machine or electronic metaphors to replace the barnyard language that is anachronistic in our own time.