I've driven all over the g-dang valley today, from Highland to Spanish Fork to Lehi and all that frickin frackin road construction in between. In the back of my car? 3 coolers packed full of frozen beef. Lane and Connie were kind enough to kill the fatted calf they've been raising and grass feeding and tenderly massaging all spring and summer and then share 1/4 of it with us. Do you know how much 1/4 of a cow is? 3 coolers full, that's how much. It's a lot of roasts, steaks, short ribs, soup bones, and ground beef. And since we don't eat tons of beef anymore this shall last us a good long time and that brings me great joy. I feel bad the cow had to die. I don't feel bad about a succulent Sunday roast. It's quite contradictory, I know.
The Nub had his first dental appointment today. I figured with my history of extensive oral (snigger) complications, it was high time. He behaved like a perfect gent, all watching the movie and opening wide. Cavity free. Bless. He is the cutest, that is, when I don't want to choke him out for being a 3 year old.
The other one is giving me a run for it too. Up every few hours in the night, walking all over, taking headers into chairs and cabinet corners, tables, sidewalks, pretty much you name it he's hit his head on it, coming out of it looking like we beat him for talking back. I won't lie, at 4 am when I've already been up with him once or twice the thought does pass through. I have expectations of my children, and one of those expectations is that they sleep through the night when they are capable of doing so. The Nub has been known to meet and exceed in this department, since he was 8 weeks old no less; the Fat One not so much. As we speak he's lumbering around the kitchen with my measuring spoons and tongs, whining and crying intermittently because WHO KNOWS WHY? Oh sweet mystery of life, you make me want to scrape out what's left of my brains with a melon baller.
And now on to dinner.
tonight: Rachel Ray's pasta with pumpkin and sausage
say what you will about RR (*cough she does grate on the nerves) but this pasta gets.the.job.done.
Tuesday: coconut-lime chicken OR crispy honey lemon chicken
Wednesday:vegetarian tortilla and black bean pie via Whitney
Friday: pizza on the grill perhapsSaturday: ?
Sunday: slow cooker roast w/potatoes and carrots
9 comments:
I am quite jealous of your meaty goodness.
We bought a 1/4 cow a few years ago and I loved having a freezer stocked up. Lucky lady.
My menu is coming tomorrow. Crispy chicken sounds good. Must print out asap
I knew I liked that Connie.
Cows you name yourself always taste the best.
Also, every year I think "Rachel Ray pumpkin pasta! Sounds delicious!" Then I make it and think "Oh yeah--I remember that we all hated this one last year." Thanks for reminding me to skip that step.
You are making me feel like such a slacker. On Sunday we had cereal and last night we had French toast. Tonight I'm thinking maybe - chicken noodle soup. From a can. (HEY, we're having a busy week.)
On second thought, it's probably ME making me feel like a slacker.
Shoot.
Grass fed cow meet. The best.
Okay, I can't believe that the nub is just laying there like it aint no thing. Crew would be flying out of that chair so fast I wouldn't be able to grab a pic. I need to get him to the dentist, but it's a fight when we brush his teeth, so I can only imagine what it would be like at the dentist office. ha!
We have 200 lbs of grass fed cow in the freezer and I have to wait until Sunday to have some... Come on!
-Hub
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Oh, I gotta see the little one walking!!!
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