I went with a friend to visit his chum, a foie gras farmer. I expected to be revolted because I'm a hypocritical animal-loving carnivore type, but they insisted I watched feeding time. The bástard geese queued up for the funnel, honking excitedly. They loved that shít!
'Seems that I was busy doing something close to nothing
But different than the day before'
'Met a dwarf that was no good, dressed like Little Red Riding Hood'
'Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd'
I did the same at a farm in the Loire Valley. I'd been assured by a Penn & Teller documentary that the geese are in fact entirely unbothered by the procedure due to having no gag reflex (Oh if only your mum could say the same).
Annnnnyway......they bring out the machinery, and all of the geese immediately start freaking out and two of them sh*t themselves
You mean the goose hasn't been cruelly nailed by the wings to some old traditional wooden contraption (doubtless the same old french oak that has been used for a thousand years). I am more than a little disappointed. I thought there was a proportional correlation between the flavour of the foie gras and the goose's suffering.