I've been saving this one because I anticipated it would be good. Now I have a new concept I need to weave into my next novel. I can see the dialogue now.

And to add to this, the use of the knife is primal. I grew up processing venison in Northern Michigan as part of my parents' side business. Using the knife to pass through the muscles and separate them from the bones, and turning them into food.

Even more primal, I slaughter my own meat when I can. The sacredness of slicing the artery properly and watching the life slip away gives a profound respect for food that you don't get anywhere else. It sticks with you with every bite. You feel the impact in your soul.