I’m not a vegetarian but along with many people eat nowhere near as much meat as I used to. I have happy memories of when I did go to butchers shops to buy, and in some ways I was unusual. It was almost always the woman in th a family who went to see the butcher. By their very nature butchers were always big blokes wearing the regulation striped aprons of their trade. Very unlikely to find a man wearing an apron back in those days, other than butchers, and they tended to be big butch blokes too with a … Continue reading Pressed Meat