Argelès has three butchers...the newest is owned by an Arab. There is some prejudice in town, although over all there is an "our Arabs" are better than those other Arabs who cause all the trouble. It is easy to hate a group than someone you pass on the street everyday.
Before Rick, I bought almost no meat, thus I never developed a favorite butcher. However, now I go to him, because I would like him to succeed.
Today I asked for 300 grams for lamb for stew.
"I make a wonderful Moroccan lamb stew." He gave me step-by-step directions. "Make sure it is fresh parsley, and don't use coriander," he said.
This will be tomorrow's lunch.
He wished me a pleasant Sunday.
"Shukran," I said. Thank you, as I left.
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