I'm beginning to think Monday is a perfect grocery shopping day. Two weeks in a rwo recently I came out with armloads of beef tip pkgs marked down from their "saturday Specials". Today I scored two pkgs of neatly arranged fresh chicken wings. Someone spent a lot of time making them all face the same direction in formataion. That was this morning. I clipped them all at the joints before putting them in the freezer, and there were enough tips (obviously) to put in a separate bag to save for stock. I just came in from outside carrying a small platter of grilled wings. I slathered them with Bone Suckin' BBQ sauce, nothing fancy. I suppose I should have arranged them in precision on my plate. Too late now.