So, I’m ashamed to even admit this, but the meat I’ve been buying and eating from my grocery store for some 10 months now was not beef, as I assumed, but pork. That’s right, the self-proclaimed “Master Carnivore” (I’m pretty sure I must have given myself that title in one of my many rants) couldn’t even differentiate between his meats by taste. Sad, ohh, ohh so sad.
I now open the floor to the full brunt of the veggie lovers’ mockery. Or you could simply just make a joke about how much I love meat (wink, wink). Doesn’t matter. I deserve it.
I’m gonna go find a hole to hide in for a couple months.
-Wallin
the meat industry has got you right where they want you, dumb and blind to the cut and quality of meat; reaching for a bloody lump and hoping for the best. this is the kind of disconnection amy and i are always blathering about. ^^
-carrie
