Someone Else's Dinner

It seems that my local fancypants grocer has become my fallback blip procuring location, when in doubt buy food.

What you see on the left are rows of 100% Grass Fed Frenched Lamb Chops from New Zealand. I was so focused on the chops I didn't bother to note the cuts on the right.

I'm not fond of lamb in any form except for live and frolicking. That is not for political or ethical reason but because of taste. I bought a half pound of grass fed ground beef from New Jersey.

I wonder if food ever was or ever will be again just food?