I must remember never to remove meat from the styrofoam containers it's packaged in at the store. Why? Because dumbelina here can't tell what kind of meat it is without the label. Chicken is somewhat easy to figure out, but not some kinds of pork and beef. I keep taking meat out of the freezer at my grandmother's, showing it to her and asking her to tell me what it is. I feel like such a stooge. This is just one of the many things that proves how domestically challenged I am.