A case for the butcher — not the supermarket

After the chicken’s gone, you’re still paying for packing — probably handsomely.

In a moment of weakness, I bought some boneless, skinless chicken breasts at Price Chopper. After opening it and repackaging the leftovers, I tossed the package into the trash.

It made a thud.

Styrofoam doesn’t thud.

I fished it out and retrieved my scale. It weighed just south of 4 ounces. A quarter pound of styrofoam and chicken diaper, for which I paid about 75 cents.

What would I have gotten at the local butcher shop, where the staff pulls chicken from a tray, leaving the water behind, weighs it, then packs it?

Just chicken.

It’s a point I’ll remember in my next weak shopping moment.

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