Although I've been cutting down on meat eating recently- of course, nothing whatsoever to do with health or moral considerations, every now and then I do think about some carnivorous delights. As I will be most cheerfully headed back to London in a little while's time, I was chatting with my old friend who I will visit and bother once more and she was saying that perhaps we could cook something at home rather than go out (as she has a child, and you know how children are- even the well behaved ones). Which got me to thinking about that one morning I was at Brideshead (Castle Howard) and they had that brilliant but small (perhaps compact is a better word) butcher shop inside one of its exterior buildings. Seeing as I would not have a chance to be cooking when I was there (and the fact that I was bound for another destination, and could not carry raw meat around for a few days in my luggage), I snapped some shots of what seemed so utterly and ridiculously appealing- I say ridiculous because I am not a foodie in any sense of the word, and often food is the absolute last thing on my mind.
Nonetheless, looking at the various cuts of meat available that day, more red and lustrous than the most precious ruby, I thought that perhaps I really would give home-cooking a go (that is, home cooked at someone else's home)- so, I am now diligently checking which butchers to go to. I'll report back later, and in the meantime, here are some snaps from Brideshead's butcher. Did I mention they had grouse that was shot the night before?
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