Big Piles of Dead Cow

Here’s one thing I did today.

How do you like that? That’s two rib eye roasts from Costco, going into freezer bags. Prime beef! Cheaper than choice at my local store. I refrigerated it for a week in its vacuum packaging. That ought to be enough aging to have some impact. I should have let them go another week. Beef is no good until it develops a little smell.

I will never understand why people perpetuate myths about steak. They say frozen beef is no good, unless you freeze it instantly in liquid helium or something. Ridiculous. These steaks will be sublime.

I cut three two-inch steaks, for special occasions. The rest are about an inch and a half. I should have cut them thinner, but it’s hard to force your hand to do something your stomach knows is wrong. Two inches is the perfect thickness for a steak. You can burn the outside slowly, to the perfect degree of doneness, without overcooking the inside.

I also froze some Orinoco bananas. These things are frustrating. They all get ripe at once, and they last about two days. Yesterday, I tried to eat one, and I couldn’t do it, because it was too green. Today I had to slice pieces out of the ones I froze, because they were too ripe. But they’ll be great in baked goods.

I think I’m going to dedicate more land to bananas. They’re free, they’re extremely useful, and they look better than bare grass.

I have some bread rising. I am sorry to see that my ability to make fattening food has turned out to be important for my sister’s health. It’s not a very cheery reason to bake. But I’m glad I know how to do these things. If anyone can keep weight on a chemotherapy patient, I can.

I can’t really recommend that Tilia vacuum sealer in the photo. It works, but it’s expensive, and so are Tilia bags. If I ever need a new sealer, I’m going to try one of these jobs from Sorbent Systems. I already buy their bags. I think. Not Tilia’s, anyway.

It has been a truly great day. Maybe I’ll explain eventually. I’m so grateful for the way things are going, in spite of the problems. I think this is how we were intended to live. I fired off a rough draft of the first section of the book I’m helping my pastor with. It would take me a day to explain what went through my mind as I worked on it, and why I’m so glad I’m doing it.

Hope they take my offer on that truck. If not, I’ll have to bolt a bed to the T-bird.