A couple of weeks ago, my husband told me we have to buy a freezer because his parents are giving us a bunch of beef. I asked what he meant by "a bunch" and he replied by saying two hundred or so pounds. Calf slaughtering season is here, and he and all his siblings were getting a piece of the action.
So, last week, our new freezer arrived. The dead cow showed up a couple of hours later. We got I would guess 250 to 300 pounds of frozen beef, completely filling our freezer. I have more meat than the the local Shnucks puts out in their display case! Of course, this happened to be the day that the killer storm blew through St. Louis and then south to where we are. We were lucky; we only lost power for 12 hours. The beef came frozen from the slaughterhouse, and it didn't thaw much during that time.
I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed. I generally don't eat that much meat, maybe a pound two over the course of a week. Now I've got so much hamburger, cube steak, sirloin tip roast, chuck, tongue, liver, and God knows what else, that I don't have any concrete plans for. I generally do cook a couple of meat heavy meals during the weekend, but it's going to take a long time to make a dent in the amount of dead cow we have. I love my in-laws and appreciate their generosity, don't get me wrong. I just have to find a way to incorporate all of this into my new way of life.
First time ever I wished that the idea of doing low carb appealed to me! So, what would you all do if you suddenly found yourself with The Gift of Dead Cow?


Sorry I can't be of much help, but I do like the suggestion of donating some of it to a shelter or food bank or similar charity.