The Thousands

I remember going to the butcher as a child. A burly man would always give me a frankfurter to eat. It made food shopping bearable.

So, as things go in and out of fashion, (rocket over alfalfa – that kind of thing) kids today are munching chunks of chorizo rather than a flimsy little frankfurter.

**If however, you feel like whetting your pre-teen Polish palette I strongly recommend an excursion to the Betta Butcher. Here you’ll find all kinds of pickled produce in glass jars as well as chutneys and Motown meat favourite, mutton [not done up as lamb]. Let’s not forget the absolutely delightful couple who have owned this institution for 45 years and who take great pride in their continental range.

This dying breed of business is a also great reminder that a butcher, baker and fruit market were once actually separate stores not just separate aisles.