isn't it ironic?

so ironic, don't you think? last sunday, i was horrified by an article i read in the ny times about the e coil virus that may be present in commercially ground beef. so horrified, i rushed out and bought a grinder. it was 35.00 at sur le table. it's cast iron, clamps onto a table and comes with a sausage funnel ( much potential fun this winter), and looks exactly like the grinder my mother used. sentimental and practical. perfect. then, on saturday night we go out to dinner with our friend larry to restaurant nora. nora is 95% organic, everything that can be is made on premises, breads, ice creams, desserts, carbonated water, you name it, nora does it. so what do german girl and i split as a starter? steak tartar, of course. it was delicious, studded with the tastiest little capers, served with nora's bread sticks, local arugula, thin slices of parmesan and fennel. the braised amish pork, on the other hand was a wee bit chewy. but, oh that raw beef. so. we're alive and happily sated, and looking forward to puting our own noses to the grindstone.