Suspicion confirmed

I was talking to our gardener Sebastian today about what we plan to do with part of the garden that refuses to do what we want it to do. This led somehow to Sebastian telling me that he was going hunting tomorrow, for partridge. Would I like some? I explained that we don't eat meat. "Are you an Arab?" he asked, indignantly.

I have long believed that the Spanish relationship with the meat of the pig-delicious though I am told it is-is inspired not only by taste but also by ideology. Eat the pig. Prove you are neither a muslim nor a jew. I take this incident as confirmation.