Isn't it great fun when you get new toys to play with in the kitchen?
When I lived in Everett, there is a meat market that was just two doors away from me. Three times a week the huge trailers would pull in from Chicago and unload the whole carcasses of cattle and pigs. Then in front of the Deli counter, there is a huge window and you can see the men in the back room cutting up the carcasses while hanging on a hook. It makes your head spin at how fast they can cut up the whole animal. One time I bought a four rib roast for the holiday. I wanted a strip of beef suet. I watched as they cut it right from the animal, wrapped it and brought it out to me. No charge for it either. I did have to wait a few minutes though while they cut the roast off for me. And bless their hearts, they left the fat cap in place. That roast came out perfect. That was more than ten years ago and my daughter still talks about it. Can't get service like that in a supermarket.
When I lived in South Texas, my neighbor across the street was Mexican. She made her tortillas by hand, slapping them back and forth as if she was clapping. I am still of awe of her skills. When I worked at the little Mexican bar the owner made her tortillas the same way. Her name was Mama Lupe. The nicest person you could ever know. She took me and my baby under her wing. I think of her quite often with great fondness.
Illegitimi non carborundum!
I don't want my last words to be, "I wish I had spent more time doing housework"