The Slaughterhouse....er.....meat shop....

OK - so last Saturday I went to the "place" to pick up our side of beef.  Upon entering, there was a strange smell that I could not identify but it made me queasy.  Off to the bathroom I went.  I figured I could hide while this transaction took place and then make a clean getaway.  Not so lucky.  There was a guy standing outside the bathroom doing something with sharp tools that made me want to head back to the car.  As soon as I got there I encountered a nice man with a big outdoor 39 gallon trash can.  In it lay Buddy...  all packaged up in lots of vacuum packed clear bags.  8 boxes in all of meat.  As we started to drive away, my husband said "Did you catch the smell in there?" and I looked at him, not sure what to say.  He said "It's blood". I rode home the rest of the way in silence. :(   As the boxes were being unloaded from the car, my worst fear materialized.  Buddy hair.  Yes, on my steaks.  I thought I would lose it as I felt my face grow pale.  Then I thought "Well, at least I know it really was a black angus..." and immediately felt guilty for thinking that... :(   Then I saw the clear package with the tongue in it -- and then the heart.  Oh dear God....A few days later we had hamburgers and I worried about hair being ground up in the meat.  I studied it very carefully as it was made into patties and no hairs were there.  Whew....  I have to tell you -- it was the BEST burger I've ever had. My mother said once I started eating a side of beef that was specially ordered, I'd never want anything else again and I fear she is right.  The next night, spaghetti.  Tonight, porterhouse steaks (with the hair rinsed off first!!).  My mom is coming to join us for these :)  So, I'm getting a bit more relaxed about this whole beef thing...now my husband is getting restless again.  He peers into the freezer and says "I think there's room for a hog in there.".....  I think I'm going to fly to Bermuda for that one.....