I went to the store to buy pork ribs and came home to cook them.

scenario. I imagined parasites, contamination, some hidden danger lurking in food I’d trusted a thousand times before. But once the panic settled and I really examined it, the truth was far less dramatic and far more ordinary: it wasn’t a w.o ŕm at all. It was a tendon, just fibrous connective tissue that had become more visible as the m.e αt cooked continue reading …