Farm Fresh

My Loving Spouse is in ‘hog heaven’, while The Teen and I are currently a bit leery of our freezer.  There is food (at least we’ve been told that it is food) in our freezer that we’ve never eaten, actually we’ve never even thought about eating it.  Welcome to country life!

My Loving Spouse has been talking about his mother’s pressed tongue now for weeks.  NO!  His mother did not press her tongue, but made cow tongue and pressed it.  Why?  Well, according to legend, because it is delicious.  I’ve mostly been nodding my head and humoring him about this subject.  As I do the grocery shopping, I can assure you tongue has not been on the list, but then our neighbor with a bison ranch called.

“We’ve been butchering this weekend, we did 2 bison and 2 cattle.  Is there any chance Pat would like some tongue?”

Being a good wife, I told the truth.  “Yes, he’d be head over heels.  He’s been talking about tongue for weeks!”

“Oh, then I’ll give him two tongues.  Would he like a tail?”

“Ah…yes, he’d probably love a tail”.

“Well, would he be interested in the heart?”  Which is where I drew the line and said very nicely, “No”, I mean “No, thank you”.

At church the next day, while some of us were trying to drink coffee and nibble on cookies, ‘they’ were talking about the tongue and how to make it, eat it, enjoy it, stopping only to move on to talking about tails and hearts and fat.  My Loving Spouse at this point expressed how much he’d love to have some cow fat (otherwise known as suet), but still, fat is fat.

“Oh, we’ve 5 gallons of it, we’ll drop some by”.  Which is why there is a very large bag of fat, I mean suet in our freezer, all cozy, right in there with the left-over Eggos, 2 tongues and the tail.  Oh, and some Elk.

The Teen and I are pretty proud of ourselves.  After all, we managed to keep our lunch down when the elk packet was gifted to My Loving Spouse and the hunter said, “Oh, there may still be some hair on it”.