By way of diversion, a story from Trimboli. He is a good old boy from Yorkshire and grew up in a time when food hygiene regs were in their infancy. It may have been his ancient mother (she lives yet) or his granny who told him this tale.
A slaughter house in the locality produced delicious black puddings, bloody, fatty, oaty, pungent. They simmered away for hours in their skins, all knotted up, and were then drained and left to cool before being thrown into sacks and delivered overnight to butchers and grocers. Sometimes the sacks were left at the front or back doors of food purveyors, where stray dogs happening by might sniff or - worse - piss over the sacking.
The done thing when purchasing for the family's supper, was to ask for "three nice black puddings, and make sure they're clean'uns from't middle o't sack".
2 comments:
You know I've heard that story about more modern deliveries. It's touted that bread suffers the same treatment.
I have to say I've never met a dog yet that would piss on a bag of meat, all the dogs I know would do anything to tear the sack open and devour the contents.
Yes, that was the one weakness in the story which worried me. Still a good laugh, though...
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