I like meat. Or at least I used to. This particular book - an innocuous volume soaked with the juices of some long-gone cook, still faintly fragrant with drippings and grease - is one of the most alarming and offensive tomes in the Gallery's collection. I hesistate to post this one; a sizeable number of visitors may vow to never buy any of my books, let alone the Gallery. I'm serious.
Get ready for Meat! Because Meat is ready for you.
(Note: this is one of the original sites in the Gallery; goes back to 2000, I think. Not that it matters; just saying this is ancient history here, Internet-wise.)