I'll have one pound of Liverwurst, and your finest hairspray, please.

Mark and I took the kids for a ride yesterday. We drove about 45 minutes to a town which has an incredible German deli around to pick up venison for a friend.

What really struck me by the place was the cleanliness of everything. There were two older Polish women working in the deli. They had their hair in bouffants. Not one hair was out of place. Their nails were perfectly manicured, and their lipstick- flawless.

I wish I had a camera, as I can show much better than I can tell. Bologna, bratwurst, kielbasa, knockwurst, sausage, and hams filled the deli cases. Two men walked in from the back carrying pans of freshly baked hams with pineapples covering the top. Both were clean shaven, wearing white aprons (not a speck of food) and white hats, sealing my confidence in their cleanliness.

I purchased three kielbasas before leaving. I watched as the woman carefully wrapped all of them separately in white butchers paper. As the woman rang me out, I watched the other woman slice bologna. The woman slicing did not have gloves on. This, shockingly, did not bother me. There were wooden figures for sale on a shelf behind the register, all whittled by hand. On the shelf to its right- pigs ears, I would never eat them, but the packaging was beautiful for pigs ears. Underneath that shelf held an entire collection of hair care products by Nivea, most notably- hairspray. Apparently, Nivea is a German product.

I really wish I had my camera. This doesn't do it any justice. I cooked the double smoked kielbasa when we got home. We were surprised to realize the house's biggest fan of kielbasa was Jordan.