Putting a Face to your food


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.IMG_8144r


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?