The Hipster Hillbilly

                                                                                                                                                NOTE: Names have been changed.       The last time I saw Eva was back in March down in the Yankee-infested Low Country marshes of Charleston, South Carolina.  She greeted me facetiously with “so how’s the sexual harassment suit going?”  In February I had nipped my misanthropic loner tendencies in the bud and did something I knew I shouldn’t have done: I went out with my employees for my assistant’s ...

       Actually, most likely not.  There is a dark side to meat-cutting I will warn you about, but for the most part the things you get turned off on as a shopper have nothing to do with the meat-cutter’s integrity or that of the market manager, the store, the company, or the quality of meat they offer.  99% of “ewwww….that’s gross!” is just aesthetics and has nothing to do with how good that t-bone is going to cook up on the grill.  The other 1% is yeah, that market manager wanted to make his bonus and fucked you.  Don’t eat that!     Before we get into the don’ts, let’s get into the do’s.  Say you buy a pack of ground beef and get home and the middle of that is just all brown.  Damn, they fucked you over!  NO!  It’s probably freshly ground.  It was just packed tightly into that container.  It’s not bad.  It was probably ground that day.  The oxygen hasn’t reached the center because it was so tigh...