There is a reason why women (or at least whoever is the cook in the house) should be doing all the food shopping and men (or the lesser foodies) should be banned from this activity. “Sweetie, I got lamb shanks for Sunday!” the hubby announced. Me (dubiously): “You did? From where?” He: “Food Lovers.”
Now a note here: I was there on Food Lovers’ opening day and met the butcher and got his number. Twice I ordered from him and was happy with the result. But just randomly shopping there can be … interesting. Read eeny weeny lamb shanks or having to take an entire leg because the butcher on duty can’t understand my explanation of where a shank should be cut off even though i’m standing in front of him, pointing it out on the leg.
Hubby’s purchase looked questionable enough in clingwrap. Unwrapped it’s even weirder. Oh well, bony casserole here we go.
Ah well, even with clueless butchers, load-shedding, the occasional water-cut, and the murderous pre-rain season heat, at least I have pretty flowers to cheer things up.
The Pottering Housewife 