Ah, so many American Gothics, so little time!
I have no doubt that had the Meat Market lasted, I would have become Mrs. Gnome eventually. Or would that have been Mme. Gnome?
He did however bring me an extremely large cured meat one evening-- some sausage or other-- and was often known to shriek out, "How 'bout some chops, Hattie!" Oh, the bloody perks!