Lately someone anonymous has been sending artisanal cured meats – charcuterie – to the Lost Art Press storefront. Addressed to “Professor Bespokus,” each small package has contained two lovely sausages but no indicator as to who sent them.
The meats aren’t poisonous (I had Megan and Brendan try them out, and they suffered no ill effects). And the meaty delights have become an important part of our lunchtime ritual at the shop.
So whoever you are, oh meat patron, we thank you.
— Christopher Schwarz
P.S. And if you don’t get the “Professor Bespokus” joke, read this blog entry and it should make (some) sense.