I bet, if you turn it over, the other side is brown as hell. It's one of those "reduced for quick sale" specials that should have been bought and cooked five days ago. Probably smells rancid.
But, hey. You do you.
Spoiler alert: she was already dead. Packard had her body propped up in a chair, using his hands to make her mouth move. He even gave her a little voice, like some macabre ventriloquist act.
That is probably where he was getting his Italian sausage from - the dog food aisle. They had to chase him out with a broom because he kept helping himself to Snausages and Pupperoni.