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To: Jacques Chitte who wrote (52608)	6/25/2000 1:41:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Respond to of 71178

>>>invariably stamped onto the fat, in which medium the color ran. Smeared. And a purple component of the blue would run more easily.<<< Yes! Kind of Degas-ish. (Sorry, Ish.) I would LOOK for them, and help my mom select what we were gonna buy, that way. I was probably a big help. Made sense to me. Made sense to get that little stained-glass window. That smeared angel-footprint. Color Divinity. Diffuse color divinity. Diffuse. Diffuse, colorful approval. Apparitional. I think it's rude that when kids grow up they find out all the things that made sense ~ they were banking and building their world on ~ were RONG. "I don't CARE if we get the blue sticker." "WHAT???" Jeez.

To: Jacques Chitte who wrote (52608)	6/25/2000 6:37:00 PM
From: Ish	Respond to of 71178

<<I remember the blue circle - invariably stamped onto the fat, in which medium the color ran.>> The fat being on the outside of the carcass and white in color was the stamp place. We used to buy beef without the stamp. Find a farmer who feeds a few steers, buy one and have it fed out and slaughtered. The locker will custom cut so if you want T-bones 1 1/2 inches thick you get them. Burger meat costs the same as ribeyes and filet mignons, $1.20 per pound. My dad had a clothing store and wore custom made suits. He had a friend in Chicago who was a head guy in a butcher shop that handled real quality meat for the high $$ eateries. They were the same size. Twice a year the butcher would bring down a hind quarter and cut it in our kitchen and go home with two really nice, hardly worn suits.