July 30, 2004

All Ground Up and Nowhere to Go

Sure, Guy likes a steak now and then. But it's mostly pie this and pie that with him. Oh, and mince, mince, mince. Raw, no less. Blech!

But here's the thing: for his ground meat staple (recounted ad nauseum in his blog), he shouldn't thank the butcher, whom he so lovingly depicted in his most recent blog, but the processors of the world.

Yes, these hard-drivin' men are out there workin' up a sweat and grindin' meat in their pole barns, meat lockers and packing plants all across the USA, the UK and even Down Under. Cuts in, grounds out. Day after day after day. It's hard work, and bloody repetitive, but for Guy's enjoyment, someone's gotta do it.

They couldn't pay me enough to do that kinda business. Guy isn't terribly keen on it either. And that's why I'm sure he appreciates them all, and would love to show up some time, slap 'em on the back, and even give them all a great big bear hug.

But whatever you do, my friend, don't get too close to the equipment.

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Posted by eric at July 30, 2004 11:56 PM
Comments

I've not seen two less likely looking candidates for the category "Guys who stand around in the garage and play with their meat together".

Friends of yours?

Posted by: guy at July 31, 2004 10:18 AM

But also, amid all this bloviation and bluster, and in the light of my recent attemp at rapprochement, I must demand: where's the beef?

Posted by: guy at July 31, 2004 10:31 AM

It's in the bucket.

Or maybe that counts as head cheese?

Posted by: Eric at July 31, 2004 02:26 PM