After 30 years, this is not something you do lightly. Actually, I'd spent more time mulling over this decision than I had about pretty much anything thus far in my life. I was really scared. But finally the day had arrived. I bought a bone! Grass fed, pasture raised, no hormones, local...expensive. Ticking all the right boxes!
I didn’t want to buy it from just anyone. I had done my research and narrowed it down to the first New York City green market to become Animal Welfare Approved. I spent so much time talking to this one farmer, he began to feel a bit like my therapist. The guy who raised that bone (I was not yet ready to identify it fully as a living being) had packed in his work in hotel management after reading Michael Pollan's Omnivore’s Dilemma so that he could become a grass farmer. I was in good hands.
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