The Grind. After getting used to such an intense weekly grind its hard to rest. Its hard to not work, not find something to do when for the last 6 months the 'to-do' list has seemed endless. So it's winter - my first winter in New Mexico - if you can call this winter...I got snowed in and stayed in my pajamas for days last winter in Detroit, where it's generally accepted that hell is a cold place. Here it's warm thanks to that Southwestern sun and the car is as toasty as the house on a clear day. But the sun only hangs out for so long, not as much work can be done outside - this effects our 'grind'. We both work full time jobs too...well Cameron does, he's the finest butcher I've ever seen (and by fine I mean fine ). I was a vegetarian before I met him. Maybe its the slightest scent of blood that has stuck to him over the years, but he makes me crave the protein and vitality only grass-fed beef gives the body (a craving I haven't felt
you can taste the freedom*