Meat

The other day it occurred to me that something was missing from my typical food purchasing experiences here in victoria, and it was the butcher shop. In Vernon there was a German butcher that I would stop at on my way home form work. I'd usually get sausages and something weird to gross out Christine, like cow's tongue pate'.... the shit that just isn't the same when it's pulled from a cooler bin at Safeway. So yesterday I checked the yellow pages for butcher shops, and found one that was 10 minutes from my school. Went there today at lunchtime and discovered that it was a Scottish butcher shop. It was frickin sweet. There were pictures of highland cattle on the wall, the condiments on the shelves all had some form of plaid on their labels, and the whole store just smelled awesome... like fresh haggis. I bought bratwurst and smoked pork hocks from a cheery little woman with a thick Scotch accent. I'm cooking up the brats tonight, with beer and potatoes. Tomorrow I'll boil the smoked pork hock in a soup with lots of big veggies.
*drool*