Tourette’s Butcher

June 28, 2013 By: erik Category: Spain, Weird

Medium RareI’d never met anyone with Tourette’s syndrome before…until today. Rather than go to my local grocer for my daily shopping, I went for a bigger purchase to a larger supermarket chain. I needed to get some chicken thighs, so I went to the butcher section. As I arrived, someone was waiting for their lamb chops to be chopped, and another shopper came up to ask where a particular item was in the store. The butcher was very polite and told her it was “down that aisle and on the right”. As the woman was walking away, he mumbled, “¡hijo de puta!” under his breath. For those of you not versed in Spanish swearing, that’s “son of a bitch”. I was shocked, but the shopper either didn’t hear or didn’t respond.
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Five Little Piggies and the Butcher

March 23, 2012 By: erik Category: Food, Offspring, Photos, Spain

PigletWhen I lived in the US, I remember meat being something I picked up from the refrigerators of the supermarket, shrink-wrapped between plastic and styrofoam. Then, I started dating and eventually married a slaughterhouse veterinarian, and hung out with a group of Spanish slaughterhouse vets, none of which had even remotely considered the possibility of abstaining from meat, a practice relatively common in my homeland. Every American can name at least one vegetarian friend, and probably a vegan, too. These are, of course, luxuries that our rich country can afford us.

Contrary to life in the US, life in Spain consists of personally knowing your own butcher (mine is my neighbor, Bruno), seeing – and often choosing – the cut of meat that is fed into the meat grinder to produce the exact quantity of ground meat that you desire, or asking your butcher to slice the chicken breast actually off the chicken and then into fillets for you.
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