by Oddley » Tue Oct 31, 2006 11:11 am
There used to be within spitting distance of where I now live four butchers, sadly, they are now all gone, only to be replaced by a supermarket. I like many others have to go to wholesalers, in my case, Smithfield market to get my meat. The shame of it is lots of meat now comes in hot cut prerigor vacpacked meat. This meat lasts longer, holds more water and therefore produces more profit. Below is how it used to be:
As my parents weren't rich, at 12 or 13 years of age, I marched into the butchers, that had white walls decked in white marble and white tiles that had the coolness and hollow acoustics of an old church, the only difference being the sawdust on the floor and the raucous voices of the large muscled butchers. I was a chubby kid of medium height, but strong for my age. I needed pocket money. So was now standing in the middle of this place of worship to good food, in the hope of getting a job.
A grey-haired wizened faced old butcher came towards me, as he reached me. He asked. Now, what can I do for you boy, I replied in a slightly trembling voice. Are there any jobs going sir. Yes as a matter of fact, we need a Saturday boy, comeback on Saturday at six a.m. the first few weeks of me working at the butchers seem to flyby in what seems now. A blur of action, as I knew absolutely nothing about butchering meat. I just did what I was told to do. I was not even allowed to touch a knife or a piece of meat. But what I do remember is hind and forequarters of cows being lugged in by sweating swearing butchers, all pigs and sheep being slung on hooks in the white cool windows or put in the large walk-in fridges of the butchers shop. On Saturdays there was a market surrounding the butchers shop, boxes of meat were put outside on trestle tables. One Saturday, I was asked to go outside and shout and holler about our produce to draw people in to the shop to buy. My wife tells me this was the first time she ever saw me. I was standing there, shouting and hollering and touting our wares. She walking past with her mother shopping, she says, she looked at me and thought, that fat Littleboy has got a big mouth, little did she know at that time. She was going to marry that fat little boy.