So....this was the day. Since we live in a rural environment (or we pretend it is) sometimes you get a chance to see where the food you eat is coming from. In this case I was asked if I would like to participate in sharing a cow. Well ah, sure, I would love to. I think. To be honest, I have done this -once-before so I knew a bit of what to expect. But this time a lot of cow was to be shared so I asked a friend, my mother and one of my aunts to come and help portion, pack, and freeze. What you see here is only half of the 50 kgs of meat, waiting to be processed.
I cleaned out my kitchen, we donned aprons and for the weak of heart (okay that would be me) surgical gloves, had 2 scales and 2 sealing machines ready, permanent markers and lots of freezer bags. I was clever enough to even have my camper fridge plugged in for my family had to drive quite a bit back home. Coffee and muffins standby...we were ready to roll!
I will spare you the details of all the meat that passed through our -gloved- hands and the names which I couldn't translate in English anyway. (Note to self: find a picture on the web to know where what part is coming from). But we had lots of fun, giggles and talk between the four of us and wow, did we have a smooth operating team! The mountain of meat was cleared in no time.
The most fun part we saved for the last: a seemingly endless string of sausage. We opened the bag, looked at it in confusion, took a deep breath and twisted away. I think we did a great job! (Specifically my mom and Clasien, great twisting!)
More pics you can find in the Flickr thingy on the right hand side, just click and you'll see more of our handiwork. At the moment Blogger isn't uploading the pictures the way I want them to, so click away on Flickr please!