“What’s the difference between a desert bandit and a prince?”
“As little as two months!”

I should have picked up on that because one of the old and established interpretations of the monarch’s motto (from the book of English Peerage) is “God and my right [hand],” meaning that the monarch holds his/her power by the force of their right or sword hand as well as by divine right. So the motto vacillates uncertainly (and thus menacingly?) between an appeal to “right” and “law” (both of which droit means) and a reliance on brute force.

In other words, even the monarch might have a little pirate in them! While the pirate, the outlaw, might reject the sovereignty of a pirate king precisely by appealing to “right” and “law” and thus lay claim to the monarch’s crown.

The reading of “Charcuterie *is* my right” is only a little buried, a little muted in there, since the French work et, meaning “and,” is a homophone for the word est, meaning “is.”

‘Cause it says “Charcuterie and my right.”

That’s ok too, just wanted to be clear. ; ) After all, his right leg is the one still attached… so, he has his charcuterie *and* his right, too….

Love,
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As to blood sausage, it’s never done much for me, but that sanceli sounds interesting. When in Granada a few years back, we were enjoying drinking beer in a tapas bar with mostly Spanish college student types (a common thing in Granada), and were getting on great with our waiter, who at one point said, “next I bring you something great! the best!” which turned out to be blood sausage, their top of the line tapas I guess. It was good, made with rice for the filler, but not good enough to swap out for the jambon, imo. Alex made blood sausage when they slaughtered a hog in France. I’ll have to ask him the recipe. These variations on how to eat blood are tres interresant.