If you find a beef shortage in your neck of the woods, I know where it is. The Remleys have whatever is missing. And also more.
(Four boxes of beef…hamburger, roasts, etc.)
This morning, on the last day of 2017, we are having Beef Stroganoff for breakfast, for heaven’s sake. It seems in order to fit all the new beeves into the family freezers, we had to cook the old beef, among other things. So this weekend has been a big cookfest for me and my sister.
It began by cooking two whole chickens, deboning them, straining the stock, and then bagging the meat and freezing the stock in baggies. Baggies pack in the freezer more efficiently than whole chickens, which seem to roll off and over each other in confined arctic spaces.
Then we (the royal “we”) thawed frozen mincemeat and made a couple of pies. That took care of the frozen pie crusts and two boxes of Nonesuch Mincement. Different sized boxes store awkwardly in the freezer.
And now comes the Beef Stroganoff…an arm roast and a round steak took up a lot of room in the freezer, and conveniently, they shred easily. Those two hunks of meat cooked all night in the Crock Pot. So, first thing this morning, I found myself perusing cookbooks for Stroganoff recipes, chopping onions, stirring gravy and making the sauce.
Soup is a frequent breakfast of mine. Beef, not so often. It’s not the actual food that makes a meal, but the ones who make it with love, and the companionship that goes into the prep. My sister and I developed a pretty smooth routine as we cooked together. We even thumbs-upped at the end.
Cooking for one sucks. Cooking for farmers sings.