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boilsover

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10 hours ago, Anna N said:

Even I with my physical limitations, which on some days are quite serious, find this a bridge too far.

 

 

There I was, bone tired as usual, after another hard day slaughtering kale. The killfloor still ran with their juice and my sweat, the cores having been barreled and trucked to the rendering plant.  Wednesdays were always hard, but I dreaded Thursdays more, because it meant broccoli rabe.  As I left the plant, I saw how many rabe there were milling and bawling in the pens...  How many veggie offal racks would I fill tomorrow? Would they struggle?  Would I recognize any next week when it came time to break the quarters down and bone the florets for brocburger?

 

The life of a veggie butcher--it takes a soul toll, ya know?

boilsover

boilsover

10 hours ago, Anna N said:

Even I with my physical limitations, which on some days are quite serious, find this a bridge too far.

 

 

There I was, bone tired as usual, after another hard day of slaughtering kale. The killfloor still ran with their juice and my sweat, the cores having been barreled and trucked to the rendering plant.  Wednesdays were always hard, but I dreaded Thursdays more, because it meant broccoli rabe.  As I left the plant, I saw how many rabe there were milling and bawling in the pens...  How many offal racks would I fill tomorrow? Would they struggle?  Would I recognize any next week when it came time to break the quarters down and bone the florets for brocburger?

 

The life of a veggie butcher--it takes a soul toll, ya know?

boilsover

boilsover

10 hours ago, Anna N said:

Even I with my physical limitations, which on some days are quite serious, find this a bridge too far.

 

 

There I was, tired as usual, after a hard day of slaughtering kale. The killfloor still ran with juice, and the cores were barreled and headed to the rendering plant.  Wednesdays were always hard, but I dreaded Thursdays more, because it meant broccoli rabe.  As I left the plant, I saw how many rabe there were milling and bawling in the pens...  How many offal racks would I fill tomorrow? Would they struggle?  Would I recognize any next week when it came time to break the quarters and bone the florets for brocburger?

 

The life of a veggie butcher--it takes a soul toll, ya know?

boilsover

boilsover

10 hours ago, Anna N said:

Even I with my physical limitations, which on some days are quite serious, find this a bridge too far.

 

 

There I was, tired as usual, after a hard day of slaughtering kale. The killfloor still ran with juice, and the cores were barreled and headed to the rendering plant.  Wednesdays were always hard, but I dreaded Thursdays more, because it meant broccoli rabe.  As I left the plant, I saw how many rabe there were milling and bawling in the pens...  How many offal racks would I fill tomorrow? Would they struggle?  Would I recognize any next week when it came time to break the quarters and bone the florets for brockburger? The life of a veggie butcher--it takes a soul toll, ya know?

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