Post a picture of your kids cute little bunny of facebook and you get a like a million likes. Post a picture of a side of beef and those that truly appreciate the term “know your farmer” like your post. The rest think your nuts. Meat comes in a package from the supermarket, right? It doesn’t have a face, fuzzy fur and who the hell kills and processes them in their backyard. Don’t get me wrong, I really don’t care who likes it and who doesn’t. I just find it ironic how we, as a culture struggle with something that is a part of our everyday life. I too would probably be closer to being a vegetarian if I had to do the kill and processing. Maybe not but I can guarantee I would eat a heck of a lot less meat.
On the eve of Christmas Eve I came home to a cow hanging in the shed. Still with the hide in place and his big ole black lashes. I admit I was a bit taken back. Maine Man had been talking about it for a while but now it was reality.
A week later MM and one of his friends spent the day in the barn cutting it up. As you can see Country Boy helped out. My girl and I also spent some time packaging the meat.
Not many people would dare take on such a task. One of the many reasons why I love him.
My freezers are FULL…steaks, hamburg, roasts, stew meat, and above is a brine he made up in effort to make corned beef. Clever little fellow isn’t he?