Father dearest was good enough to buy me an antique, cast iron, manual meat grinder. We shopped A LOT to find one that would be worth it's... salt. Get it? It can be used for meat preservation. Never mind. I became obsessed with getting one when we continually refuse to buy ground beef at $3.50 a pound. That's ridiculous. Brisket is, at most, $2.20 a pound here. So after I grind a mere 40 pounds of beef, it's paid for itself! Or 20 pounds of sausage. However it has been said that if you enjoy them, you should never see how sausages and laws are being made (John Godfrey Saxe).
Anyway, meet the Enterprise. Oh he also got me a bacon press. Damn life if good.
Anyway, meet the Enterprise. Oh he also got me a bacon press. Damn life if good.
Here is something I finally consider a treat. The lady we get our eggs from lets her chickens actually free range. They eat bugs, scratch, and even the occasional table scrap. The result is easily the best eggs I've ever had. Admittedly, camera flash accounts for some of the darkening, but these do have a nice dark color regardless. The egg on the left is ours, the right is off the internet, and what I am typically used to. The Lord Of The Rings says, "A box with no hinges, key, or lid, yet inside golden treasure is hid." This makes far more sense having these eggs. Keep in mind that dad always buys farm eggs. I usually thought that they had almost a mild fishy taste, whereas these are... truly delicious. I used to only have one egg when we ate them for breakfast, now I always have two. Mmmm
The following is not for the faint of heart. While processing our last chicken, we found a most miraculous trait. It had SIX HEARTS! Obviously all these hormone treatments are making freak chickens. They must be using worm hormones since they basically have five hearts. Five plus the original heart equals six. Obviously the factory just puts extra hearts in the mix, but it was still a humorous discovery, and a nice appetizer once friend.
