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