Supersize Me and Food Inc. did nothing for me. Ageless fries and corn pumped cows were of no concern. It took a satirical headline photo from the Daily Show to care that the health of the animal I eat, affects my health. It's not that I didn't understand it before, but I grew up with the idea that there was prestige in always getting the best deal. Why would I buy one chicken breast for $6 if I could get a pack of 6 for $11? It never occurred to me that I needed to shop for the best deal for my body. I can't remember what the bit was on the Daily Show, but the photo was of four pigs in a pig farm lined up like sardines on their sides. Aside from their pen being filthy, it was just sad to see. That's when I made, what I hope to be permanent, a turn. Educate myself more about the meat (and food in general) I eat. I was given a couple of recommended knowledgeable butchers in town that sell local and ethical meat. It's a bit difficult to visit them during the weekday before closing hour, but I've accepted that I probably shouldn't eat as much meat as I do. So visiting the butcher on the weekend and only bringing home a brown bag enough for one or two meals per week really isn't a deprivation. I'm trading in my previously frozen $10 pack of 4 steaks for one juicy grassfed tenderloin.

First attempt was at Windsor Quality Meats on Main. I was meat shy and didn't inquire as much as I should have about where the meat was from, or what was a good cut for how I was cooking that night. I just pointed at the tenderloin. "Is there a piece you want in particular?" "Uh, just a good one, please." I have a long education ahead of me.

Jamie Oliver walked me through this one. Red wine sauce for my tenderloin and thyme oven roasted carrots. The next night I repeated the sauce and made a fried patty which was originally intended to be coconut flour pasta. Despite the internet telling me that coconut flour makes poor pasta, I wouldn't believe the opinion of many until my dough crumbled all over my pasta maker.