The Lab

I finally got everything moved in to the kitchen and got it all lemony fresh. I can now start to cook. I love my gas stove and the big window. I’ve just been eating at my grandma’s house, or my mom’s or my dad has been bringing me over his spaghetti sauce that he has been making for me since forever. When I first arrived here I was going to try and eat only ethical meat, but I almost starved to death. I also didn’t want to be a bitch about my family making me food. But I really believe in not eating to much meat and eating good meat when you do. I’ve been lost trying to figure out what to cook for myself because I haven’t found the local/organic food sources in s’toon yet. I’ve been sticking to rice and beans for protein. I’m going to hit up the farmers market, and a new store that focuses on local, seasonal stuff, so that should be promising. I want pork belly so bad. It’s weird but that factory meat doesn’t even seem like meat to me anymore. Like I’m craving real meat, that has been raised, butchered, hung and aged properly. After sloping hills pork, and grass fed dry aged beef, I can’t go back to the shit in the styrofoam trays in Safeway. I’d rather get protein through beans, nuts, vegetables and cheese, until I can find good meat. I’m not being a food snob, I just believe in ethical meat.