Where's the Beef? Not for the faint of heart!

Most of you know that things are just a little different here on PEI, at least different than our city life in Vancouver.  There's a little something here called the Easter Beef Auction.  Now, I don't have all the details, but around these parts, it's quite the thing.  Imagine my surprise when I saw this posted on a board in the lunch room at work (Excuse the quality, I had to scan it and convert to a JPEG) PS: they wouldn't let me name him:

The two people (mid-steer) are the Branch Manager, Marc and the Assistant Branch Manager, Tracey.  Yes, the branch had bought a cow.  (Puts a whole new perspective on "don't have a cow, man!", doesn't it?

You can see where this is heading, can't you?  Have you noticed that all those commercials for "embarrassing" products offer to deliver them in unmarked bags and boxes.  Well, a few weeks later a truck pulls up to the back of the branch and box after unmarked box gets piled up in hallway.  "The beef's here!" cries one of the staff excitedly.  Now, I kind of knew that this was coming, so it didn't freak me out too much, but there were 21 boxes of prime PEI beef and one of those boxes was for me.  (Cash bonus???  No, no, we give merit increases in beef, that's how we roll!)  So here's the beef:

Now, I don't want you to think that it's all just hamburger, oh no, there's also a roast or two and a few steaks.  Poor Humphrey, (I named him anyway) but this is the reality of food.  Anyhow, this whole thing has made me more appreciative for the meat we eat and I'm not sure what we're going to do with it all, as Ron doesn't eat beef, really. 

That being said, I did make a shepherd's pie (well, cowboy pie, I guess) and it tasted fine.  So there's another tale from the country.  Chalk that up to things I didn't expect to see when I moved to the "Gentle Island".  (At least for humans the jury's out for livestock.)