That there is one-fourth of a pasture-raised Ohio cow. Well, maybe a little bit more than a fourth. My cow-purchasing mates did not want the tail, tongue, heart or liver, so guess who ended up with those?
Now then, dearest reader, while your humble hostess is pretty damn far away from the prepper set, the anti-vax set and the crazy-diet-of-the-day set, she is starting to pay attention to what the hell is in our food. A whole helluva a lot of it ain't real pretty.
Yes, I will probably turn into Bad Erin occasionally. No, I will not wrinkle my nose rudely at your Aunt Helen's Company Surprise Casserole at the pot luck. But the Torani sugar free flavored syrups? Gone.
Hey man, does anyone know what the hell I should do with this heart and tongue?
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