to market, to market, to buy a fat *moose*?

James got a jump on everybody for 2008, resolving to make health & fitness a priority. In conjunction with going to the gym, he's subscribed to a service which includes menu plans and grocery lists. I must grant that it's convenient from my perspective, because I never have to wonder what's for dinner--or supper, as we who hail from hardy Manitoba farming families like to call it. Now if only I could eliminate the guesswork re: who is to prepare it 9/10ths of the time.

James is very adventurous about trying new cuisine, and rarely is there a dish he dislikes. Greyve, meat crackles, currently ranks #1 on his "steer clear" list as far as I can tell. However, given that we do not head to the ByWard Market on a regular basis (and perhaps even if we did), it can be a little difficult to locate flounder and red snapper in seafood aisle of the local grocery chains. Fortunately for us, the menu service allows us to hit a "swap this meal" button if we see something that seems unreasonable. There's also the equivalent of an "I don't want to see this meal again" option. I thought the flounder presented itself as an excellent opportunity to cash in on the swap. Well, whoever designs this particular Web site has cosmopolitan tastes beyond my wildest dreams: along with pork, chicken, & beef to satisfy commonplace palates, one finds antelope, beaver, wild boar, horse, moose, squirrel, and water buffalo--raw or roasted, one's choice. Scratch the wildest dreams. I dreamt of a rabid squirrel last week. I wasn't eating it, but it was gnawing on me. Or maybe it was a just a metaphor I was contemplating for poetic purposes. There's only one way to conclude (you know it): Bon appétit!