I think our taste buds are not in our mouth, but in our minds.
During WW2, as I remember it, we did not need the ration stamps for horse meat and I do remember buying it at the little market in Otay, Calif., more than likely killed and dressed in the back yard or in Tijuana, which is 5 miles south.
I had friends that preferred to eat Burro meat, over beef and did so, bought it young, raised and butchered it.
Not many deer or wild turkey here, but lots of burros in the Black Mountains, 25 miles away.
Burro and goat are very good to eat when cooked in a pit.