Perhaps its my weird nature or maybe my zest for people watching, I simply love grocery shopping. The meat department is an area of the grocery store that I could hang out in and drink beers. The butcher dude at our local Dominick's is the shizznit. His name is Bruce (or maybe Donnie) and he is always sharing crockpot recipes with me. Also, I think he has Jennie radar.
After leaving the produce section, armed with enough citrus magic and bananas to feed a small Ethiopian village, I hit up the MEAT. Bruce pulled me into his tracter beam immediately and started going on about how beef roast is on sale. "Seriously, this is the best deal of the week. A little cream of mushroom soup, some garlic, low and slow all day..... its great." God Bless the Meat Department.
I'd also like to note that despite my general liking for all things grocery store/food, I do not like poultry. I'm over it. It tastes bad almost all the time. Plus, after seeing "The Vegan episode" of Oprah where they hit up a chicken farm, that pretty much sealed the deal for me. Also, baby chickens are smooshy and fat and soft and that is all.
You're probably thinking to yourself, "And baby cows aren't cute?" You're right. Baby cows are adorable. (the best episode of "South Park" featured the kids trying to save baby cows from a veal farm) I don't eat veal. I'm actually getting past meat all together however, keep in mind that I live with a big, strong, healthy and hungry Polish carpenter that loves food.
Now we have food in the fridge. Kasia has her peanut butter, I have my grapes and Chris has his meat. If only Van Halen would reunite and baby Greta would be born, we'd be all good.
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