I was still drowsy from sleep early one morning when I heard a rustle and saw a brown flash dart across my kitchen counter. A rat. For sure. I then found some telltale signs in one of my cupboards â€“ a plastic bag torn open and peanut skins littered all around.
My immediate thought was, â€œIf only Chinese ate rats, thereâ€™d be fewer of themâ€. Iâ€™d always heard rats were one of the few animals that Chinese would not consider a meal-in-waiting.
Turns out, I was wrong about that, as this article I dug up from China Daily points out: Click here to read.
A lot ofÂ insight and wisdom, as well as the occasional bit of crackpot thinking, is contained in Chinese â€œchengyuâ€ï¼ˆæˆè¯ï¼‰, the often-ancient sayings still frequently used in daily speech. Itâ€™s no surprise that one suchÂ chengyu is used to promote the special virtues of eating rat. It avers â€œone rat is as nutritious as three chickens.â€
That thereâ€™s zero empirical basis for this claim is clearly no impediment to its use.Â A moreÂ considered chengyu would be â€œeat rat and catch all kinds of nasty diseases for which there is no known cureâ€.
The Cantonese are widely known as the most adventurous eaters in China. There are multiple chengyu about this as well, mainly variations on the theme that Cantonese will eat anything with four legs except a table, and anything that flies except a helicopter.
Rat meat is obviously an acquired taste in China, and not aÂ common source of protein like, for example, dog meat. If it were more prized on the table, thereâ€™d be less chance ofÂ encountering one in my kitchen cabinet.
Equally, though, thereâ€™d be more seriously ill Chinese. On balance, Iâ€™d rather have them thrive as domestic pests, than becomeÂ a toxic part of the food chain.