As we arrived at the "packing facility" an elderly couple was unloading tidy packages of beef from a stainless steel cart into several plastic coolers in the back of their truck. We went inside. A young girl stood behind the counter. She looked no more than 16. She read down a form and checked off the cuts of meat that we would like, pork chops, ribs, loin, bacon, smoked ham, and, of course, sausage. I noticed that she was missing about an inch from the end of one of her fingers. A hazard of the trade, I supposed.
