Monday, December 12, 2011

The cow comes home

In packages of course.  If you are a vegetarian, or are faint of heart, skip this post.  Really.  So fair warning, friends.

We bought a side of beef.  Pure cow raised, fed, and butchered locally on a friend's farm. I am not a big fan of blood and guts but I am a huge fan of buying local, and Mike's farm counts.  No additives.  No fillers.  Just a cow living a life of grass, feed, and hay, hanging on the farm until, well, it's his time.

There is no happy euphemism for this event.  Sorry.  And because it's in my DNA, I took pictures.  Last chance to hit the "next blog" feature at the top of the page because I took pictures of everything. 

The friends left behind.  Obviously they are keeping their distance.  Wouldn't you? 
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The meat locker. That's the other half of what we brought home.
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The saw
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The chute.  Or something.  I don't know what it's called.  But it puts meat in the packages.
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That looks like this.
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Hmmmm.
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It was fun to catch up with good friends.
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Oh and they have chickens!   They are rather smelly.
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So Mike and Rhonda Fisher, thank you!  Next time, we will stay for a beer.  Cheers.
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