“Oh,” countered Olive, suddenly having a revelation, “Perhaps it's a bit too old by now Malcolm.”
“No, it's alright”, the young man said defensively, “I've preserved it in a barrel of salt like she told me.”
Olive's stomach tied itself in a knot. She had a horrible vision of raw meat stuffed in to a wooden keg in the old woman's shed. Surely it wouldn't be safe to use after a month, she pondered. She would have to check with Geoff to see what he knew about maintaining the freshness of meat.
“Well, I know you can do that with fish”, Geoff muttered in between bites of his pork chop and potatoes that evening, “But I don't think you can keep meat in the same way, not in a barrel anyhow.”
Olive pushed her untouched dinner away from her, she'd suddenly lost her appetite.
“You not going to e
