so evelyn and i are walking through bristol farms
(kind of a high-end grocery store downtown)
and passed a case where they have all their custom meats.
now, normally, i'm all for anything called "custom meat".
seriously, it just speaks to me.
but there was something slightly off-putting about the chorizo display:
maybe i just like my meat shrink wrapped and without EYEBALLS.
you know, or in denim, with a good set of big hands.