While obsessing over food this year, I decided to take my meat-buying by the horns. (Lame pun intended.)
I could bore you with the facts about grass-fed beef and its health benefits and supporting local farms and the slow food movement, but I don't have enough time at the moment. (I'm heading off to Detroit then NYC for another soon-to-be-blogged adventure...)
I do, however, have a moment to welcome home Rudy, our grass-fed quarter of beef from Luginbill Family Farms.
As you can see, Bleu was just as excited as us to have many cuts of beef to choose from.
One of the happiest moments I've had in a long time was picking up our meat from the processor. As geeky as it sounds, I'm beyond ecstatic to know where our cow was raised and slaughtered. I still can't stop smiling at the fact that every cut of meat in our deep freezer bears my name.
How cool is that?