I don’t use lamb very often. I’m “too city,” as farmer folk might say. The closest I’ve come to raising a lamb is spending 15 minutes in a petting zoo, and they’re just too (darned) cute.But as we head into spring, for some reason, it feels less bad. Something about the stories of Passover and Easter and the traditions surrounding rebirth give eating lamb the halo of a religious rite.Beyond my moral equivalency, though, lies a more pragmatic [...]
↧