Every evening, no, most evenings we eat cold cuts and cheese with bread and some salad veg like tomato and cucumber, and sometimes even garnished with radishes. Three times a week we shop for our evening food and I usually buy at the counter. Prepacked is OK, but I like to have fun when shopping.
This is the selection we have on average in our supermarket and we really do have an agony of choice: about 6 sorts of salami and three types of ham, as well as the Swiss specialities of dried alpine meat (although I would say an acquired taste).
Somthing is wrong somewhere. How comes Mrs. Swiss and Mrs. Germany, Mrs. England, Mrs. Italy and the rest of us Europeans can choose from so many different kinds of meat. When the day is done there are remainders which are put in the fridge for the next day. And when the week is done and there are still remainders. There must be a end solution somewhere is a great dumping ground for the food not eaten.
Your smorgasboards are brimming over with a 100 varieties of some sort of sandwich. When I was a kid mum would make a sandwich but no fancy trimmings and sauces. You had cheese and tomato, perhaps a ham sandwich, and of course the good old spam sandwich which was some sort of meat, basically pork mixed with other undefinable ingredients. It usually came in tins and was a question of survival food in the last world war.
We all know about hunger in the world and I am not going to make big statements about it all because nothing really happens. I am sure my supermarket will still have more varieties of meat that I can count on one hand for the next many years, until perhaps one day even our food system will no longer function, but that always happens to the others doesn’t it.