Yum.

Went by Goose The Market with Shootin' Buddy on Saturday, as he'd never been. If you are a meat-eating foodie, their display cases border on the pornographic. You can get a t-shirt that reads "Vegetables are what food eats" on the back, complete with a line drawing of a cute little bunny rabbit eating a carrot, just like the whole, cleaned bunny rabbits available for sale in the showcase.

I bought some of their pastrami, and oh... oh my. This is the platonic ideal of pastrami, right here. All the other pastrami I've eaten has been mere shadows on the cave wall. Bobbi had a few slices; if you don't believe me, believe her.

Last night, I daintily wrapped a few slices around some chunks of Prima Donna cheese and ate them with slices off a sourdough baguette. They were so good that today I just dispensed with the niceties and dumped the rest, probably a third of a pound, on a plate for lunch and ate the thin, fatty slices with my fingers, making growling noises if the cats came too close.

Man, that was good.