BurbleChaz

The meat hall at Vic Market is a strange place. If you arrive early, you have maximum choice and pay full price. Arrive late, you get the Last Sausage. On Sunday I rocked up a bit after noon. The car park was still full, and the arty-crafty bit was heaving. The cow-dismantling section was less busy. I got the rack of lamb from my favourite stall, the Porterhouse steak from a good place I use a lot, and then went hunting for eye fillet. Decks were being swabbed, chlorine permeated the breeze and the stall with the piece I wanted was shutting up shop.

"Can I have about 300 grams of that one please?" "Sure. Eight dollars."

So how, dear reader, did I end up with 700 grams of prime eye fillet?

Note for the British - this is a pound and a half of prime, aged fillet steak for three quid. Now stop drooling.