As a kid I was taught that venison wasn’t fit to eat unless you hung it in the garage until it started to mold. Then you cut off the moldy bits, butcher and freeze.
I’ll never forget: the sign at the Ponderosa said “20 oz. Steak for 2”. Dad and I thought that meant 20 oz. split between the two of us, and 10 oz. would be just about right.
When we got the odd look from the cashier, we wondered.
When we saw the waiter bringing out two plates, again with an odd look, we wondered.
When we saw that the two plates held 20 oz. of steak each, we boggled! You could barely see the plate, there was so much steak.