Like many people who travel from Greenwood to Jackson, I just had to stop at the Fresh Market to pick up some goodies. It's like Christmas up in there. I could spend my pay check on cheeses alone.
This time at the FM, I picked up some pork chops. It's no surprise that I feel the same way about cooking pork as I do cooking chicken; it's touch and go whether I'll eat it if I cook it. It helps with my weirdness to get ingredients that appear to be of a higher quality. At least if I got it from Fresh Market, I can trick myself into believing it's a higher quality. Not sure if it actually is or not but who knows.