Beef, It's What's For Dinner

You really haven't lived until you've cut up your own dinner, ground it into a pulp, and then stored it in your deep freeze. Which means that our family has REALLY been living for a long time... here is the latest rendition of Slaughter House 5. It took place in Dad's garage. Thanks to Jeff for helping dad lug the critter in and out of the truck, thanks to Shaner for the heat and thanks to the sweet Lord for giving us the courage to do it one more time. Oh, and just for the sake of product plug, thanks for WD-40 for greasing the wheels (and girls, you know what I mean-watch those eyebrows when the meat hits the grill).


From top left: Jeff and Dad using the band saw to quarter the beef; Shaner gets the propane heater going in the enclosed area (CO poisioning for wimps); Dewey shows up for moral support and to show us how to burger below the knee (i.e., throw it away!).

From top left: Rose wears an ugly apron over layers of clothing and puffy vest (horrible outfit, which makes her look 700 lbs); Sara's ground beef; Sara and Shaner logging man hours; Shane and Jeff cutting up some leaner cuts; Dad and David wasting time and waxing sentimental.

From left: Dad hauls out the last quarter; Sara sharpens her knife, again.

We can also report that the only casualties suffered during the event were inside the house. Nanny Nancy decided to hold a PICNIC (in the living room) with three toddlers, a two-year-old and a five-year-old. Hum, how can I say this nicely without eluding to the fact that this may have been the most ridiculous idea since screaming at a skunk which was sitting on the roof of her car. Needless to say, the carpet suffered a major defeat because jello with fresh raspberries was served along with the macaroni and cheese. I threw away Lachlan's outfit after the lunch excitement proved to much for Tide and Oxy.