One of the many things I like about living in the backcountry is our little Mom and Pop grocery store.
I go here when I need meat and to pick up a few things. Even though it's ten miles away, It beats driving double that to shop at a major market I'm not crazy about anyway. And we have on the premises a real...
living, breathing, butcher. Yes, a cut the meat himself, nothing plastic pre-wrapped butcher.
That's my prime rib roast sitting up there on the scale.
He started working with his dad, who was a custom butcher, when he was ten years old and has been been a butcher ever since.
Let's look at the meat cases.