Actually I’m not going to post any horrible pictures. I’m not that mean. I’m just going to write about some happenings on a farm that may or may not delight you. Either way, don’t blame me for not warning you.
This past week I received several cuts of beef from my in-laws from a beef cow they bought many months ago. I believe the cow was supposed to be slaughtered in October or November, but something happened. I’m not sure what. Maybe the cow made my father-in-law mad. It happens you know. Cows are rather ornery like that. And when they are he tends to punch them. Sometimes successfully, sometimes not. When he’s not, he ends up with a broken, swollen hand and the cow looking at him nonchalantly like nothing happened. Maybe bats an eye because a fly landed on it.
Yeah. Life on the farm, eh?
Anyway, said cow (not the one that broke the in-law’s hand, a different but equally ornery cow) was slaughtered ahead of time. Subsequently I received a rather horrifying picture via text from my mother-in-law of the cow after they skinned it. Color me shocking pink, I was not expecting that. After I recovered, I showed the picture to my husband (who of course was unaffected, these are his parents after all who skinned the darn thing).
Long story short. I made beef stew the other night. And it was the best, most tender beef in the world. I never eat such tasty meat at home, I never buy the expensive stuff. It’s safe to say that my taste buds have ruled and I have been throughly desensitized towards the picture of the skinned cow. Nearly there any way.