Mama Dvorah had to stop by the butcher to rendezvous with somebody, and while she was there she bought me a few livers… just wait for me to liveblog my demise from hypervitaminosis A like a classic arctic explorer ( ;
She also reports that fresh beef heads (tongue included) are only twenty bucks, so we may have a pit-roasting adventure this weekend. Proper-ass cabeza en pozo, thank you, and none of this rump-roast nonsense!
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