Supermarket meat is really rather minging; the only problem with getting to a butcher is that they're only open when James is at work, and I'm housebound, so it's supermarket chicken for us, for the most part, and I spend literally hours cutting it into small pieces and cutting out what I see as the squicky bits - any veins, anything red or stringy. It's tiring work and also disgusting so I don't eat chicken often, or any other meat, though given that I'm severely insulin resistant and need a lot of protein and very little carbohydrate, it makes life very tricky.