Something quite silly came to my attention today as I was purchasing some meat products for a night time meal. The butcher seemed somewhat surprised at my delight to see the cutting of the fresh meats behind the counter. “Can I have a closer look”, I asked the man, which - from his look in his eye I could tell – considered rather to assist some other costumer, someone less fascinated by his occupation. As I am told the meats inside me must be somewhat similar to those of the animals we eat. To my disappointment it seemed that the meats had no smell - or maybe that is just because I have contracted what you would call a cold, which somehow seems to be interfering with the smells of all things.
The colour on the other hand is something quite exquisite. And the texture so soft and malleable, I just wanted so badly to taste them all. But then I had to leave, so with my plastic bag of meats I said farewell to the relieved butcher, who was left to slice and saw in his own silence.
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