Short version: Cracklin' skillet, green peas, pureed squash
Long version: While I was digging in the non-meat chest freezer for something else, I uncovered one of the packages of beef fat that's been languishing in the bottom of the freezer since we bought the whole cow two years ago.
I thought maybe it was time to pull that out and render it. Two years should be long enough for aging. Ahem.
Pork fat makes cracklin's when it's rendered, which are a lot different than what I ended up with after rendering the beef fat. This fat had been ground for me by the processing place, and what remained after rendering was essentially ground beef with a LOT of fat.
So I served it for dinner. I mean, I couldn't just THROW IT AWAY, could I? Perish the thought.
All I did was add in some cooked onions I had in the refrigerator, salsa, garlic powder, chili powder, rice, and cheese.
I did not tell the children exactly what they were eating. Charlie took a few bites and said, "For some reason, this tastes like cracklin's."
"Yeah," said Cubby. "I didn't want to mention it, but it does."
Jack said, "Why does it smell like fat?"
Possibly because it's approximately 40% beef tallow?
They all ate it, and both Charlie and Poppy had seconds. Okay.
Short version: Bunless cheeseburgers, roasted potatoes, fried onions, green salad with ranch dressing
Long version: Nah. I have a picture, though!
Short version: Leftover shepherd's pie, fried leftover pork and potatoes, calabaza
Long version: There wasn't quite enough shepherd's pie for everyone, so A. and I had the leftover pork fried in butter with paprika and garlic powder, plus potatoes.
A. chopped up the gigantic calabaza on Sunday morning before church. It was . . . alarming.
Short version: Ground beef tacos
Long version: I knew that extra-large pot of taco meat I made and froze last week would come in handy on work nights.
Short version: Hot dogs
Long version: There was a school thing at which hot dogs were provided. The children were pleased, and I realized that this meal marked the first time in almost exactly 11 months that I ate a dinner not prepared by me. The last time I ate anything I didn't cook was on January 9, 2020, when we used a gift certificate to the local restaurant.
That restaurant is now closed, and I cooked dinner for 336 days straight.
Okay, your turn! What'd you eat this week?