A scrap of meat, after it's been on a well traveled floor for a week, is barely noticeable. It becomes the same dirty gray as the painted concrete floor and any of its former meatiness is stamped out of it. I seem to take sweeping more seriously than the proprietor of the butcher shop where I help out. So when I set to sweeping and saw that many of the bits that would not be swept into my pan were in fact very old pieces of meat caked onto the floor, I knew I was in for a treat. Seriously, this is a treat. The satisfaction of using a scraper to pop one of those filthy flesh cakes off the floor is unparalleled.
Scraping two-week-old meat off the floor: Grade A fun.
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