MIDWEEK MUDDLE
After you’ve been to the grocery store a million times, you begin to long for a new animal to roam the earth before giving his life to provide sustenance for your family. Standing before the meat counter each week, I repeat the litany, “Beef, pork, chicken….beef, pork, chicken.”
Occasionally the family enjoys turkey or fish, but then the litany begins again: beef, pork, chicken.