Life I Missed My Calling
posted by March 30 at 10:13 AMon
New York City’s “underground gourmet scene” has produced a pack of guerrillas called Fresh Meats:
… a group of relentless carnophiles who provide dinner parties the absolute freshest meat possible. This involves bringing a soon-to-be-delicious animal to your apartment, then taking it through all stages of preparation, starting in your bathtub, and ending in your oven. That’s right: you choose an easy-to-smuggle, live delicacy (chicken, duck, squab, rabbit, even a snake or frog), and FM will lead it to your tub and do-what-must-be-done. Once it’s dead and bled out, they’ll work with the meat in less horrifying ways (cleaning the carcass, rending the cuts, stewing it in a delicate béchamel sauce, etc) until it’s ready for a glorious presentation to you and any guests who haven’t defected to a PETA tofu roast.
Goddamn. I think I’m in love.
Goodbye, everybody. I’m moving to New York.
(Via Dethroner and Mr. Christopher Bragg.)