Farmers' Market

This morning s. and p. collected me and took me to the near by Farmers’ Market. We all shopped separately and met up at the end for them to take me home and each move on elsewhere.

I bought:

2 packs of 2 pork cheeks
1 pack streaky bacon
1 pack bacon bits
1 pack middle bacon
1 pack “just plain” pork sausages (9 of them)
(Yes, that is what I asked for and that is also how they are labelled!)
1 pack chicken livers (just under 6 oz)
1 pack chicken drumsticks, 6 good sized free range corn-fed ones
2 rib eye steaks
1 stalk of Brussels sprouts

I spent just under £30 on this, but it is a serious amount of meat. I am having one rib eye steak for my dinner tonight and freezing the other.

Umm, I also ordered Jacob’s Sheep lamb chops and mince to be delivered and don’t have a price for that yet, so really I spent more than I admitted to.* I was told by a lady in the Highlands who has Jacob’s sheep that the lamb has a stronger flavour than ordinary lamb, more approaching mutton.

I swear by the bacon as being the best in Britain, and the pork cheeks and sausages come from the same source.

Now I have packed the meat away, mostly in the freezer (my nice clean freezer, with enough room to pack it all away the way I like. This involves soups in the top drawer, cooked meats in the middle drawer and raw meat in the bottom drawer.) I suppose I have to admit that every cloud has a silver lining, but what I wonder is why every silver lining has to have a dirty great black cloud lurking in the vicinity!

* (…and before anyone tells me “never use a preposition to end a sentence with!)