Occasionally, QFC has some crazy deals on cheap meat. Like, crazy insane. To wit, last week an innocent stroll through the meat and seafood section led to the impulse purchase of a whole wild, line-caught salmon for $1.99 a pound (which the butcher filleted and cut into steaks), a 4-plus-pound pork shoulder roast for $1.19 a pound, and packages of country-style ribs for just $.99 a pound. I somehow managed to stuff close to 15 pounds of meat into a backpack and biked home, giddy. Do yourself a favor and take a stroll through the nearest meat aisle today. A week later, I can’t stop thinking about the cheap meat, though. Specifically, how the hell are sales like this possible? While the bargain meat-buying experience was thrilling, it was also totally weird. The inner cynic of course begins to worry about where the meat comes from, and how safe it must be. Clearly, my four pounds of country-style ribs didn’t come from happy pigs feasting on grass on Vashon Island. But when I’m cooking these ribs into a big pot of vinegary pork adobo that will feed me for several days this week, I won’t even care.