Beef, Pork, or That 50 Year-old Dude in the Freezer

Detroit, Michigan Around here, what’s in your freezer serves as badge of honor. We don’t go to the grocery store to purchase meat, we slaughter our own. Unless you’ve had local farm raised beef, pork, etc., you would have no idea what I’m talking about. And venison. Deer run crazy around here and a couple kills will feed a family for a long time. We also have our share of gaming birds, pheasant, quail, dove. Needless to say, if I were to rummage through one of my neighbor’s freezers, that shit better be marked because there’s no telling what I’m likely to pull out of there. (All of it good though) But I’ll have to admit, I may look a little closer and ask a few more questions from now on. Especially after reading about the contents this freezer held. I’m fairly sure defrosting one of these packages would have put me off meat for a while. [Read more...]