OR TREAT?
If chocolate dirt pie doesn't look appealing enough, how about a pound of ground beef?
Let me start by telling you that working weekends is great because it allows you to take a day off during the week. And this, my friends, is when you can make discoveries. Such as two recently deceased Angus steers on the side of the road, not far from the farm. Yes, yes, I confirmed with the sheriff's department the time of the accident. Action plan hatched and accomplice grabbed:
Grand plan is to harvest as much as we can, but pesky highway department shows up to steal our groceries.
We work fast.
Just going for tenderloins and legs now.
Dax looks on in disbelief: "You've got to be sh#@*ing me! This is where my food comes from?"
Flynn distracts the crane operator, winning me more butchering time.
Back home, the cuts are cleaned, membranes removed and iced before grinding and vacuum sealing.
Beef Wellington in the making.
I could tell from the fat that these steer hadn't been grain fed yet. Grass fed, local beef... isn't this what foodies look for?
Road kill never tasted this good.
