I'm a(n ex-)butcher, by trade, and can tell you: that's what we all do. Sometimes, you unwrap a farty hunk of meat. You let it air-out for a bit, and give it a good, intimate, whiff. You don't even really think about: you let your body decide for you: "can I eat this?" If the answer is "yes," then it's going in the counter.
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If you've eaten meat, your entire life, then I can promise you that at some point: a butcher has picked up a hunk of meat and asked himself, "is that alright... ?" and said, "yeah... that's good." And you bought it. And you ate it. And nothing happened.
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