Aren't you really curious now as to what this story is going to be about???? I'd better get on with it then before I hit the books - probably literally since the grammar lesson was really frustrating for me today.
So, Mandi, Maralee and I went to Migro after school. That's the local grocery store that has a bit of everything.....think Meijer on a lot smaller scale. So, we get our lunch and Maralee needs to pick up a few things since she just moved to her new place. We wander over to the meat and it's quite a process to pick out lunch meat since everything looks a lot alike. We usually get the same smoked turkey breast every time. I standing there looking around not really focusing on anything when I look up an see a sign to the left of where we were looking. These pieces of red, bloody meat were packaged and hanging up and the sign above them said "Cheval." Meat disgusts me to see anyway and I really wasn't paying much attention.
THEN IT HIT ME!!! Cheval = horse. I gasped so loud the butcher behind the meat counter looked over at us.
I turned away from the sight and Maralee & Mandi shoved me towards the chocolate section. I had heard that people eat horse meat here but never actually have seen it in the stores, until today. Yuck. That changes my whole shopping experience from now on! Not that I'm this huge PETA person, but this is the land of the cow and is there truly a need to eat horse meat? I think not. Maybe in some rural 3rd world countries, but not here, in my opinion. What person wants to hear that their "noble steed" turned into next Thursday's entree.
So just be careful what meat you order here in Switzerland so Black Beauty, Trigger, and Mr. Ed don't end up on your plate!
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