eating death

Good comments on the previous post.

To Waldo Oiseau: I just so happen to be reading The Omnivore's Dillemma right now, and it's fantastic, inspirational, life-changing. (Pete and Evan: I think you'd both enjoy this book immensely.)

To my buddy John: I still have a pair. I bought and ate a T-bone today, and I loved every last bite of it. I also bought a buffalo ribeye and three pounds of cow liver, which are sitting in my newly purchased freezer, waiting to be eaten some day in the near future.

Allie and I went to the City Market today. We've been before, of course. But we both left this time with our arms weighted down with bags of delicious stuff and a conviction to make it a regular thing.

It was hot today, not as hot as its been, but hot none the less, yet the place was still packed, which is a mixed blessing: people watching good; people navigating bad.

We bought:

A yellow watermellon
Four red tomatoes
Red and green okra
Three star-shaped zucchini
A pound of homemade pasta
A buffalo ribeye
A T-bone from a grass-fed cow
Three pounds of grass-fed cow liver
A dozen ears of sweet corn
A peck of peaches
Several pounds of nuts
Two bottles of French wine
A big bottle of olive oil from the "the Holy Land"

Over the course of the last month I've undertaken a dramatic dietary shift. For the most part, I'm noly eating whole foods -- unprocessed grains, nuts, lot and lots of veggies from the garden, locally and humanly grown meat, wild fish. Gone are caffeine, refined sugars, factory farm meats.

I can totally feel the difference.

I'll write more later. Right now I feel a little too sleepy and satisfied from a meal of steak and sweet corn and beans from my garden.