Cleveland's West Side Market does things old school. It is indeed where I went to purchase my leg of lamb for Sunday's feast. Of course a few snaps were in order during my shopping excursion.
Let's start off on a sweet note ...
... before we visit a school of fish.
Per the butcher, behold, "The south end of a northbound lamb."
Perhaps the north end of the same lamb? Dunno, but I'm guessing his destination was different.
Bone for dog or bone of dog? Either way, all I can say is woof.
Less traditional options abound.
And lastly, a bevy of bunnies.
Have a wonderful holiday weekend.
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12 comments:
imagine, whatever that is in the third picture, wearing a pair of yoga pants. Thigh separation and everything.
The purpose of life is not to be someones dinner.
RJ
Too lazy to get out there. Thanks for the tour.
I hate to double dip but I can't tear myself away. Sorta like gawking at an accident on the highway. Anyway...Market posts call for Al as Machine Shop posts call for philbilly. To wit: WTF does one do with a Goat's Head that would make it seem ok to eat it?
RJ, The Perplexed.
P.S. If our hostess was cooking at a restaurant would Sunday's Special be "Leg of Lamb of God?"
Behold Magiritsa. And yes, I've bellied up to a bowl in my time.
Wow...now the picture on the cover of the Rolling Stones album finally makes sense to me. I can't believe it's taken me all these years.
Goat's Head Soup!
Hey RJ-
My in-laws are Greek, off-the-boat Greek. While all of us 'Yankee-Doodles"(yes, I am called that from time to time by in-laws)are fighting over the most tender and juicy bits the Greeks are sitting around a table with a couple of bottles of Retsina,forks, a hammer, and the lamb's skull. This usually takes place after they have seen how many 'yankee-doodles' fall for the good ol' 'mountain oysters' gag.
MR
Candy coated peeps on a stick. Hmmm. Just yesterday I order a milk chocolate covered peep and a dick chocolate covered one for my husband. No, that's not a typo I actually asked the poor teenage boy behind the counter for that... Poor kid. My embarrassed stumbling to get out the words dark chocolate was super classy though.
On a brighter note, my 15 yr old thought it was fantastic and hilarious!
@ Ms Amanda...Just curious, because it's not all that clear from your story: Was the initial 'dick' chocolate deliberate?
MR
Nope, not at all. Meant to say dark chocolate. Shoulda made that clear...
Happy Easter
And on a lighter, but terrific subject, we will soon be making our spring trip to Ohio City and the market. Similar fun, different atmosphere than Pittsburgh's strip district which I also highly recommend.
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