I, on the other hand, have chops. They make me drool. They make my heart sing. I know this because I spent a considerable portion of today drooling and singing.
It may not be the prettiest picture I've ever painted with words, but - despite that - have a look at this.
When I saw this today, I almost felt the need to go and apologise to all Big Brother's sheep for my many disparaging comments over the past year.
Have a look. Isn't this gorgeous.
Chops. And my chap chopping chops. Drool.
Of course, were I to have my chap in chaps, chopping chops...
You all thought these arms were only good for lugging wood around...
The first box of meat.
The first dinner...
We love lamb chops in this house. Most of us love them simply grilled and served with creamed potatoes. But tonight, I have thirty-two chops slowly cooking with some carrots and leeks. This means we're limited to four or five each.
It may be that our cholesterol will be glad of that, but the members of my family may not be quite so pleased.