Mr Greedy and The Butcher

Where in the world can you go into a Butchers and get to share the owners lunch, well only in Israel. Yesterday I need a few bits and bobs, and also some of the lovely ham provided at the Butchers I discovered last week, I made my way over the other side of the motor way to the little area containing the shops I needed.  

Now this Butchers is not normal by any sense of the word, well not where I come from anyway, they sell all the usual meats, they sell cold cuts and cheeses, they sell take home ready made dishes, they sell take away coffee and tea, and so much more, but the nicest thing about this place is the owner who yesterday shared his burger with me, home made on the premises and delicious, now as you may or may not know I don't like burgers, mainly because the thought of getting a piece of gristle whilst chewing turns my stomach, in fact just typing about it is making me cowk, so yesterday the lovely gentleman offered me his burger, he cut off the side so it was uncontaminated by himself and I graciously took the offered food, so whilst he sliced my ham I ate his burger, I know My Beloved would have really enjoyed the burger because it was lush, and I think I could even be persuaded to eat a whole one sometime in the future.

My Beloved has now started eating my christmas cake, not the two quarters, but the half I am meant to be saving for Christmas, I think maybe I won't make another one as we will only have the same issue again, Mr Greedy can't get enough of it.