Wednesday, October 7, 2009

"Let's Meat Up & Chat!"


I wish I could have taken a better picture of these ladies at the market... The lady in the coat ended LEANING on the counter, just hanging out with the meat touching her sleeves... They were there like that for over twenty minutes, just shooting the breeze...

Kind of makes you want to be a vegetarian. Or at least buy your meat from somewhere else... (In case you can't tell, all the meat is unwrapped and just laying out on the counters...)

13 comments:

katbat said...

ha! I love it!

Anonymous said...

I love it too
Olga

Tina in CT said...

Did they ever hear of hygene, rubber gloves, being wrapped so people can't sneeze or cough on the meat or touch it with germy hands? Glad you don't buy your meat there!

Annie said...

Especially interesting, since just yesterday I was helping Ilya write a little science paper about why plants that are talked to appear to grow better than those not talked to. The science book seemed to imply that it is due to the nice MISTING they get from the mouth of the speaker! ICK!

Annie said...

I just noticed your TITLE for this post. Brilliant! :)

The Expatresse said...

HA! That's great.

When I lived in Taiwan, the meat in the open market sat out all day long in the tropical heat. Sometimes they had these electric twirly things that swept above the meat to shoo away the flies. I only bought meat from the lady with the freezer . . .

Svetlana said...

All i can say welcome to Russia!!!
I love it, hahaha

garnet said...

You mean there is another way to sell the meat? That is how I see it around here. Hanging in the shop windows or "butcheries". In our town we have the "Honeymoon Bar and Butchery" (as well as maybe twenty others). As a visitor said, "honeymoon" and "butchery" are just two words not meant to be used together.

Susan said...

Same in Greece! Although since EU came in, they do put it on ice..but its just out there...baby goats skinned, head on, hanging in the butchers window!!

Tina in CT said...

As much as I love meat (even though I don't have it daily), if I had to buy it that way, I'd be a vegetarian for sure.

As for seeing a baby goat hanging, forget it!!!!!!

Anonymous said...

Tina,
I know I will become a vegetarian overnight if I have to kill what I eat. I fainted twice while cleaning large fish (one was frozen whole, which is laughable, I suppose). It is not ideological with me, it is purely biological, I can not help it.
But I do like things out of plastic, sort of naked.
Even so, I should not forget my last attempt to faint. Few years ago I was at the conference in Aix-en-Provence. It is small very nice town, and I walked across it every morning from my hotel to the conference taking different routes every time. One day I found very cute shopping street: cheese, bread, fish mongers etc...Passing the little butcher shop I saw a hare and pheasant hanging outside. Coming from US and being used for years to plastic wrapped meat, I was sure these were decorations. So, just for laughs, I brashed the rabbit with my hand - it was still warm -I started to fall over - lucky for me, some one hold me for a second, so I got back to my sences.
Olga

Anonymous said...

The Expatresse,
when I was in Singapore (which is very close to equator), I went shopping to local market early in the morning. I was surprised how nice and fresh everything was without any obvious use of refrigeration. And we bought a lot of meals from the local street vendors for dinner. The food was great and very clean. They must have their own means of keeping it clean and safe. Or may be it is just so fresh that it does not have a chance to develop any problems. And that is coming from the woman who hates eating out in general and in New York city in particular.
Olga

Anonymous said...

Interesting thing just came to my mind.
Hygiene is highly overrated.
Have you ever bought a package of ground beef in your local supermarket which looked nice and pink and when you broke it up in the ball it was more gray inside than it was outside?
I usually do not go to this supermarket anymore.
Olga