I was the clean-up man at Kessler’s meat market. The job didn’t last long. I quit after seeing a cows head in a bucket. Not that I’m a tree hugging hippy animal lover, but that was the last straw.
**seeing a cows head in a bucket.**
One of my best friends parents owned a small town grocery. he learned meat cutting early.
I was raised on a small farm in IL (they nearly all were small back then). Us kids took care of some livestock chores before we were old enough to go to school. I was driving tractors in the field, unsupervised, when just 7 yrs old.
One time, when we had a steer butchered on the farm by a local meatcutter, I remember the guy’s young son (prolly about 5) sitting on the skinned head, and poking at the eyeballs. I was prone to doing gross stuff, as an 8 yr old, but that topped most of my antics.
To me, a cows head in a bucket is a dating opportunity.
lol!
I worked in a Greek restaurant and one day the cook was in the back with a giant pot. He was making something for the boss and I asked what - big mistake. He opens the lid and floating in there was an entire sheep’s head for some soup from hell....
Man, that would have been an opportunity for some science, fun and mischeif.