Now that’s a headline for you, huh? Good morning!
But it was my reality this morning as I walked to the subway, and passed the Greek butcher. Each morning, in their display window, they proudly hang their latest shipment of skinned whole lambs, which are suspended by their hooves from the ceiling, and hover over various other cuts of meat. (Their eyes, if you’re wondering, are intact, and look dark blue, the same shade as mine. *Bad shiver*)
This morning, however, in preparation for tomorrow’s Greek Orthodox Easter, which is basically just a big party and gluttonous eating fest, the butcher was carting out dozens of skinned lambs in shopping carts, and then tossing them into a van, the back end of which was a scene of little lamb carnage.
I nearly lost my stomach contents, and I know I must have had the most horrified look on my face, but hey, I moved to New York for the culture, carcasses and all, right?
The good news is that 1) it didn’t smell and 2) tomorrow night, the streets of Astoria will be a big party, and that will be tons o’ fun. And, by then, the little lambs will be cooked, and resting in the stomachs of the Greeks, far from my judgemental vegetarian eyesight.