As a further illustration of what I mean, and to be read ONLY if you have

finished your lunch: My wife Rosie, when a child in China, was rather weak

& sickly. Her mother, who was a hospital nurse, dealt with this by feeding

her placenta. Yes, human placenta.

“How did she prepare it?” I asked — after a very long pause — when Rosie

told me this. Fried, apparently. In a wok.

Now *there’s* multi-culti for you.