I say contaminated? off, iffy, rank, stinking....
Our cooking/cleaning/washing lady purchased a hunk of lamb from a local ( well known ) Supermarket chain in our locality. It was in the 'fresh' but nearing best before date ( Nov 7th ) frigo that poor people frequent, or discerning customers as we like to call them.
It was a sizeable piece, as we were entertaining some friends who happen to be tax inspectors
( it's not what you know etc.) We do like to freak out our visitors with the old "Yes a dessert from Yorkshire IS eaten with the main meal etc."
When CCWL opened the packaging it was, to say the least, malodorous. We checked the dates again, and decided that a good wash ( the meat, not ourselves ) might resolve the problem.
So spuds a roasting, Yorkies risin', phrase books at the ready, wine a chillin' and a breathin'...the guests arrive early. Don't panic! is our motto, so whilst the kids are bisousing, I help CCWL horse the meat out of the oven. She says to me...smell that!, whilst carving off a slice to taste... My immediate response was the proverbial "hweep" noise...which from experience normally precedes a Karl Heinz "Rummenigge"... or whatever chunder noise one makes.
What do you think? sez 'er...I sez "It's rank, love!" Panic! quick decision. OH pops out ( this is Sunday BTW ) for chicken bre*sts from the Sparip. I proceed to entertain, a little tap-dancing, couple of blows on Tibetan nose flute ( I play by ear ) etc. the Salon in the interim smells like a concentration camp on a hot day. ( dreadful expression I know but it was BAD )
None-the-less a pleasant evening was had by all, and we've shaved a couple of hundred off the tax bill.
Today, I went to the Supermarket with a honking bag of dead flesh... and my angry head on.
Demanded to see the Director of the Shop, which I did. Suffered a bit of attitude, do you have a receipt? have you had it analysed (?) and the butcher was summoned. Nice guy... I explained the situation, and he said what do you want to exchange it for?
I said you are missing the point...you could a killed us!!! I don't want compensation I want you to explain why you are selling iffy meat? He explained that the supply chain is 'long' and that they haven't control over end quality. He went onto say that out of the tonnes of produce they sell per annum a good 10% is suspect. I gave a little 'hweep' and explained that in the UK there is a severe problem with criminal activity, where food foodstuffs destined for incineration finds its way back to the chain and subsequently the dinner table.
The resolve: I am offered a massive joint ( nice ) of Prime beef, which I accept. he tosses the offensive article straight into the poubelle, and flicks me a wry smile when I suggested a little sandwich before final disposal. ( I hope final! )
So we pick up a baguette and some baked beans ( like you do ) and before exiting, also pick up a book on Vegetarian cooking.
I was most surprised to hear from them that this sort of occurrence was not a rarity, and was treated with a C'est la Vie shrug.
Anyone else fine this appalling?
Photos to follow...Bon App!