No. IWhy I wrote it
"Then You Paid for Air"
I was a young cutter when I froze a nice rump roast in the store tray and forgot about it for most of a year.
When I thawed it, the whole outside was dry and gray. I trimmed off nearly a third of it.
Mr. Albers, the old man who owned the shop, asked me what I'd paid for the part in the trash. I told him. He said, "Then you paid for air."
I spent the next forty years watching good people pay for air: the wrong cut for the job, a pretty package with water in it, a family pack that went bad before it got eaten.
This guide is everything I'd tell you across the counter, written down.

