I opened the fridge to remove the vegetables for the salad I was making. It's not everyday that you would find a twenty-something year old guy eating salad and vegetables but that's what I eat everyday and no, I'm not watching my weight.
I wasn't always a vegetarian, heck I still crave meat but after that incident I haven't touched any food product made of animal material again. Looking at my almost empty fridge it was easy to confirm that, with just a lot of water bottles, fruits and vegetables, a lot of people who have visited my apartment think that I am a health conscious guy.
I close the fridge after removing the necessary ingredients, which isn't much. Lettuce, tomatoes, pickles, olives and cucumber. Wait, did I say cucumber? I turn around and return the vegetable, it is a vegetable, right? I honestly don't know why I bought it in the first place, that thing is part of woman's beauty products. I placed my vegetables on the kitchen counter and sighed at the sight of the dreaded food, my mom never got me to eat even a spoon full when I was little. I remember yelling, I am not a goat!, at the top of my lungs at the sight of peas.
I grab a bowl from the kitchen cabinet and throw the vegetables in to rinse them, except for the pickles of course. I wonder if pickles are actually tiny cucumbers soaked in vinegar, sugar and salt.
I know my salad is going to be crappy, I should definitely watch the Food Network or get a cooking magazine, not a magazine that actually cooks but that has recipes in it.As I am rinsing the vegetables I can't help but look out the window and take in the sight of the beautiful beach and that's when something catches my eye. I squint my eyes at the little dots for a while but can't make out anything so I grab my binoculars from the window seal and peer through them.
The binoculars are always on the window seal because I love... bird watching, yes that's it, bird watching. As I peer through the binoculars I realize that the little moving dots are actually penguins that were washed up shore, they seem to increase in number every year.I return the now rinsed vegetables on the counter and retrieve the cutting board. I should probably tell you about the incident that ruined my meat eating days maybe, just maybe he won't find out. I grab the kitchen knife to start slicing and the action makes me grimace.
It was the butchery in town that started all of this, I am sorry but I can't mention the name.
The butchery that shall not be named was a new butchery that had just opened up, and like all new things that appear people flocked to it. At that time I wasn't that sort of person who would buy meat from a butchery, I was okay with Spar, Shoprite, Pick n Pay and those rare trips to Woolworth but a friend from work recommended that I try it.
I swear that my intuition warned me about it and if I had listened to it I would have been in Steers eating meat to my hearts content but against my better judgement I went to the butchery thinking, what would it hurt?.
There is something that I learned about shopping, if you want the freshest ingredients always go for things that are running out of stock or is it the things that are fully stocked? Anyhow I went to the butchery that shall not be named and boy was it packed. If you were a stranger in our town you would have sworn that it was one of those exclusive clubs.
I waited in the long queue, wondering whether the meat was a celebrity or something but little did I know.
The nursery rhyme Three blind mice kept playing in my head, especially the part about the farmer's wife. I should have known that that queue and the nursery rhyme were a sign from above for me to turn back, then maybe I would have been saved.After suffering the horrendous queue, I made it inside. The butchery didn't smell like a butchery nor was it cold. The different meat were put in display behind the see-through glass, it was quite classy for a small town butchery with the garlics, lemon slices and those green herbs decorating the meat. To be honest I was quite impressed.
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