Welcome back, Slippery. It's good to have you back. The Pond has been quiet without your input. How you and hoots can put that stuff in your tummies, however, is beyond me.
Rock, I remember slicing liver from a frozen state. Afterwards, the butcher area looked like a scene straight out of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Seems as if we cut it into 2 oz. pieces.
And who can forget the Armour man bringing in those huge legs of beef. And veal hinds and chucks. I still can recall Bronco Billy bringing in a halibut [ twenty footer, twenty five ] and cutting it into steaks. You could see the excitement in Billy's face as he meticulously moved the fish to and fro around and through the band saw.
Looks like we're having technical difficulties, so it's "farewell and adieu" time. v.c.
P.S. The ominous message from blogger: Could not connect to Blogger.com. Saving and publishing may fail. Test connection now. Contacting Blogger.com...
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