Here is the mobile butcher's well-stocked truck as seen from our front row seats...
The heart...

A kidney...

Sarabelle packing up some fat...
The team at work at the packing table...
Our friend doing his Rocky Balboa imitation...

And, finally, Bill the Butcher takes a smoko...
After observing the business from the middle stage, and now being somewhat comfortable around large quantities of dead cow, we followed Bill down to the cattle yard to see the first step in the process, the slaughtering and dressing (or undressing, if you will) of another cow.
Sorry, no pictures for you.
I am a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit.
-- William Shakespeare (Twelfth Night)
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