A short trip across the valley this morning to pick up half a lamb from a friend. Raised in a field we can almost see, slaughtered and butchered locally, the meat couldn't be more Cornish.
I always think it's a courtesy to pay homage to what's on my plate and there's a no more intimate way to do this than to refer to it personally. What was in the bag came from a short fat lamb Jo and family had nicknamed Cartman. Wonderful. One of my favourite cartoon characters linked to one of my favourite meats. My, I am looking forward to my first plate of Cartlamb.
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