My Own Worst Enemy

I kill me. I really do. I am my worst nightmare. I Caught myself today. I opened the Yahoo homepage to see one of those "news" (haha) stories about some hollywood couple doing whatever. I thought to myself, "Really people? Is this what is occupying our time? Is this really news?" So then guess what I did. Yep. I clicked on the link to see what the story was about. Snap.

A Farm Thing

Today is the day I finally realized how truly blessed I am. Sometimes those things you think you have to endure really end up being an wonderful slice of luxury. You think all this time I have suffered when in truth I have been given a great gift. For 13 years I have not bought meat from the grocery store. Every year we “do in” a cow that feeds us for that year. The first year I was mortified. It wasn’t nice and pink like the store and it was vacuum packed and looked extremely odd. Not to mention watching these guys graze all year and then they are in my freezer. As with any cards we’re dealt, I began to adjust pretty well to a point that it just become normal and I didn’t even think about it anymore…..until today….
The weather was pretty nasty out. With the freezing cold and the snow flying I really didn’t feel like walking out to the freezer and defrosting meat. In my genius thought, I had to go to the store anyway, I might as well save some time and pick up some hamburger for meatballs there. I took the hamburger out of the package and noticed right away the strange color, almost pink. I smelled it. It actually didn’t smell like anything, no smell at all. Oh well, continue…I place it in the bowl and it’s a little slimy. Eww. I start cooking and there is grease everywhere. Now that’s gross.
It was then that I realized how much better the grass fed, home grown cow really was. Beef smells like beef. No grease to fool with and the taste is so good, you hardly have to spice it. Yep, I have been spoiled in my pioneer way of life and life is good.