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.
