so the other morning i woke up to this scene: my dad on a tractor, two men with beers in one hand and rifles in the other, and devon lifting a cow carcass into the tractor.
not your everyday occurrence. so i went outside to see what all the fuss was about. and was treated to the sight of two freshly skinned and decapitated cows hanging in a portable freezer box. not really my idea of an optimal way to start the day.
so the backstory is that my parents have a bunch of happy cows on their farm. they’ve raised them from calfs and they keep the grass down and hang out doing what cows do.
now, my parents are not barbaric in the slightest – they are the kind of people who put spiders back in their natural habitat rather than looking for the closest shoe as a weapon (my vote) – but they decided it was time to kill two of these cows for their meat.
no one was really looking forward to the event itself. but my parents considered that:
1. they had raised these cows on their farm and they had lived good lives (by cow standards)
2. they were hormone free, and
3. there’s a lot of tasty persian food that uses MEAT as an integral ingredient
so they hired these two professional cow slayers (i’m sure there’s another name for their line of work but i have no idea what it is) who came out to the farm and ‘took care of business’.
they left the beef hanging for a couple of days and came back today and set up some space in our shed to cut it all up. this was a five person enterprise, with the professionals cutting and slicing (in between swigs of beer), mum & dad packaging, and dev writing on the freezer bags so we’d know what was what. while i, of course, took photos and weighed up vegetarianism.
we now have an entire upright freezer filled to capacity with meat. a.k.a. devon’s dream come true.