I like meat. Or at least I used to. This particular book - an innocuous volume soaked with the juices of some long-gone cook, still faintly fragrant with drippings and grease - is one of the most alarming and offensive tomes in the Gallery's collection. I hesitate to begin this site with this one; a sizeable number of visitors may vow to never buy any of my books, let alone the Gallery. I'm serious.

But we might as well begin with the most gratuitous atrocities. So let's be like Mr. GeekChef below - unroll your sleeves, button your cuffs, fasten your shirt up to your chin, and get ready for Meat. Because Meat is ready for you.