Damn, just when I stopped eating meat, I find a source for boneless human rump roast. Next time someone exclaims, “My ass!,” I can say something witty like “yup, $52/pound” to the confusion of all. (Thanks to Dack for the ManBeef pointer. That is one of the most gross sites I’ve seen this year.)
I’ve never consumed human flesh, but I do know what burning feet smell like. I can’t say the aroma made my mouth water, although maybe that’s just cultural conditioning at work. Or maybe “instep steaks” don’t smell the same as the stew of corns, bunions, and tinea pedis that was roasting at the firewalk.