My husband is a hunter. It’s his hobby, pastime, passion. He brings home the bacon in both senses. And I like the idea of getting some of our meat from the wild instead of a grocery store.
I was raised, however, in the era of the cleaned and washed, plastic wrapped, part-labeled meat package. Very neat and tidy with no confusion as to what piece of meat you have. To my dismay, the person who does the packaging of the meat my husband brings him is not too concerned with which part is which, there are no labels at all. Obviously, to him “parts is parts”.
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