Don’t Put a Gift Horse in Your Mouth

zaatar-spiced horse meat kebabs
Last year there was unprecedented outrage when the news broke that the meatballs being sold by more than one European grocery chain were “contaminated” with horse meat. This was big news this side of the Atlantic for two main reasons: a) the horses in question are likely to have been American horses, and b) because eating horses is disgusting and unfathomably cruel. Animal loving organizations, like the one I used to work for, were up in arms, seething at the abject slaughter of our mighty chargers by those filthy, snaggle-toothed Europeans. After all, what truly civilized country would consider carving up their noble steeds when there are so many dumber, slower and less attractive creatures on the farm who don’t let you ride on their backs to stick a knife into?

Of course, that is only half the story. The other half being that most of the unfortunate equines who made it into Ikea Swedish meatballs weren’t farmed for food in the first place. No, they were of no less noble parentage than some of North America’s most esteemed racing blood-stock, who, during their short and tortured careers, were pumped full of the equine veterinarian’s favorite cocktail of steroids and antibiotics before being sold for slaughter to Mexican and Canadian abattoirs. So much so, in fact, that those with a rather more omnivorous approach to life, even unwittingly, were warned against eating them lest we suddenly sprout manes, start galloping spontaneously or develop a penchant for oats. Whether or not it is more humane to send raced-out or lame horses to the glue factory than the butchers, I leave to the ethicists among you, but suffice it to say that I believe that whatever ends up in the human food chain should be regulated on behalf of the consumer’s health. If that also coincides with the animal’s health and well-being, so much the better.

It’s widely acknowledged that the consumption of horses is one of the major divides between Anglophone and Francophone Canadians, the latter having no more compunction about putting Mister Ed to the sword than their co-linguists in France. So, last summer, flaunting the general ethical code of my then-employer and knowing the biological risks, we purchased a scant pound of horse meat during our stay in Montreal -that it was 30% off may have reflected the incipient consumer anxiety at its provenance. As regular readers may know, we ate with vigor and with almost unparalleled appetite on that trip, and so were unable to consume it north of the border. But, so determined were we to taste horse flesh, we decided to risk approbation from the Department of Homeland Security and smuggle it back in alongside a bevy of Middle Eastern condiments and spices taken from the shelves of the very wonderful Marché Adonis. After a few nervous moments at the Vermont border as our trunk was inspected by a suspicious customs official, we drove home and secreted said contraband in our freezer.

Lebanese-spiced horse-meat kebabs

Six months later, having almost forgotten about it, and during a late winter clear-out, we came across it and decided we should, ahem, get back on the horse. Armed with a jar of za’atar and a flat-top griddle, we seasoned said chunks of dark, purplish horse, skewered them, and seared them on high. Five or six minutes later, we were enjoying the minerally, iron-rich flavor of pink-centered horse kebabs stuffed inside warmed pita and slathered with tzatziki and grilled vegetables. For contrast, we also skewered some beef rib eye chunks. It’s remarkable how lean the horse was by comparison – thanks, perhaps, to its racing pedigree – and how clean and ungamey the flavor. If I had to place it, I would put it somewhere between beef and lamb in the strength of its taste, but very much further towards venison in texture and lack of richness. It was good, but not so good that I would rush out and get some more, were it available, but good enough that I would certainly try it again.

This was about a month ago, and during the interim we have neither found ourselves jumping fences nor neighing uncontrollably, so we’re fairly certain that the limited quantity we ingested had no immediate detrimental consequences. Of course, should you wish to chew on an old nag, unless you’re consuming contaminated meatballs or happen to know an unscrupulous vet, finding horse meat this side of the 49th parallel is going to be tough. That said, our neighbors both North and South, are far more liberated in their choice of protein, and should you find yourself in Europe, Central Asia or parts of South America, horse is also comparatively easy to find.

Lebanese-spiced horse-meat kebabs

As for us, like boy scouts in the quest for an arm full of patches, now that we’ve crossed this one off our list, we’re already mentally moving down the equidae family tree, having recently found a recipe for donkey stew in a Puglian cookbook…

Lebanese-spiced Horse Meat Kebabs (serves 2)


  • 1 lb / 1/2 kilo (approx) horse meat, cut into 1 inch/2cm cubes
  • 4 teaspoons of za’atar
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 1 tablespoon olive oil
  • pita bread, vegetables for grilling
  • yogurt, mint and cucumber for tzatziki


  1. Heat griddle, griddle pan or grill to high
  2. Rub meat well with oil, then za’atar and salt
  3. Thread meat tightly onto kebab sticks – pre-soak if using bamboo sticks
  4. Grill for 2-3 minutes per side, until nicely browned and crisp.
  5. Serve with warmed pitas, grilled vegetables, and tzatziki.

2 thoughts on “Don’t Put a Gift Horse in Your Mouth

  1. Isn’t it stange what sets off that horrored reaction on certain meats? You are probably aware that many meat eating Brits were thoroughly appalled at the hidden horse meat and not for the reason of safety to the consumer. Just that horses are cute and look noble or something.

    I have had my fair share of crazies commenting on my experiments with rabbit meat and venison. No doubt you’ve had to delete a few mindless responses to your inventive posts too.

    I’ve not had horse since I was in Switzerland on sabbatical but at the time it felt kind of dry. Fine in a burger or meatball but I wasn’t inspired to buy it for my own kitchen. It looks like you’ve done much better with it.

    1. @Ros: We’ve definitely had our fair share of “we don’t eat our friends!” and “eating bunnies is unbelievably cruel!” What amazes me most is that so-called foodies can be so horrified by “unusual” meats. Surely, if you visit our site, you’re looking for something to do with food, and if you’re into food, doesn’t it follow that you’re willing to try new things…?

      I remember the French often serve horse steaks wrapped in bacon for the reason you mention. Like venison and rabbit, leaner game meats will dry out faster. That we grilled ours on high very quickly didn’t give them the chance to get too tough, but a minute longer and we’d have blown it.

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