We stopped by the local butcher's shop yesterday for Carol and I to buy some meat. I looked, but couldn't find a whole loin like I buy at home. I asked if they had one and the butcher said yes of course. He brought one out that weighed about 4 pounds and still had the ribs attached. He asked if this was large enough and I had to stop and think a moment. I said it was, but I wanted the loin cut from the ribs and wrap the ribs with it. The man was trying not to laugh as was Shane. I hear that is not the way people buy meat here. In addition Carol bought a large brisket and something else. We were being looked at like we were a couple of village idiots. Later Shane said the loin I'd bought would feed a family of 10. I was planning on cutting the loin in about 1 1/2" thick, brining them and then frying or broiling them. Aparently a chop that big is not done here. So I guess we'll cut it in half, use half for chops and half for a roast. Carol is planning on making Corned Beef and Cabbage. What we "normally" cook would feed an army here. The bones from the loin will apparently make another meal or two.
When we going into stores/shops here we are often looked at like village idiots since what we spend/buy at home is just too much here or not for sale locally. I don't mind, I enjoy looking and asking for prices, area of manufacture, etc., even if I do appear as the village person. Doesn't bother me at all. Imagine how I looked when I went shopping for a 3 lb can of coffee...No, I don't want that little bag, do you have Columbian?, how do you fix that?, oh, isn't that interesting...what is it? is it edible? Things just fascinate me...even the corsetry shop. The knife shop had load and loads of different knives, a meat cleaver that you'd use to cut the local bridge in half, machetes, etc. Wonderful store. I guess I kind of strayed off the butcher's shop?
When we going into stores/shops here we are often looked at like village idiots since what we spend/buy at home is just too much here or not for sale locally. I don't mind, I enjoy looking and asking for prices, area of manufacture, etc., even if I do appear as the village person. Doesn't bother me at all. Imagine how I looked when I went shopping for a 3 lb can of coffee...No, I don't want that little bag, do you have Columbian?, how do you fix that?, oh, isn't that interesting...what is it? is it edible? Things just fascinate me...even the corsetry shop. The knife shop had load and loads of different knives, a meat cleaver that you'd use to cut the local bridge in half, machetes, etc. Wonderful store. I guess I kind of strayed off the butcher's shop?
Ice cream always makes me feel better, whether it's an ache in my toe, a cold or whatever 