Buying a Slab of Pork

So I, Brad, was shopping for dinner. There is a meat market near the apartment. I noticed several people inside buying meat. So I went in and began to look at the various cuts of meat. I could not identify any of the meat except the chicken feet, which looked rather meaty. Me not being able to identify meat is not something new considering that I only read the labels when in the states. All the other customers were buying slabs of what I determined to be pork, since there was a picture of a hog above the case. So I bought a slab, Woooo Hoooo. My first meat purchase besides the cans of tuna that we bought at Wal Mart.

I brought the meat home and showed it to Mare she laughed so hard. She then determined that I had the makings of bacon and tenderloin. We fried part one night in flour, salt and pepper with steamed rice for dinner. I fried the rest to have with scrambled eggs and toast for breakfast the next day. The tenderloin was baked and eaten with boiled potatoes & carrots (covered with Cavender's...yum yum), stir fried broccoli, cabbage & onions.

The video is of me cutting the pork into strips for the first nights dinner.