Tuesday, September 28, 2021

T.T.: Buying a Steer for the Freezer

We've been buying whole animals from farmers and ranchers for our freezer for many years now. Every place we have lived in the last fifteen years, we've found someone who will sell us a whole cow or steer (or, more rarely, a pig) and bring it to the processor for us.

This is getting more common, but it's not exactly the sort of thing you might learn in your average high school class. So I thought I would tell you how it works. With the caveat that this is how it works for us. In a more urban area, you might not be able to deal so directly with the person who raises the animal. I don't know. But here's what happens for me.

First, figure out what you want to buy. We have most commonly done this with cull cows (the cows that have had trouble calving or raising a calf and are going to auction anyway) or steers (a steer is a castrated male). That is, as you probably know, a very big animal. They do vary quite a bit in size, but generally speaking, if you want a whole animal, you need at least one chest freezer. We've had cows small enough that the entirety of the meat going in the freezer is only about 200 pounds. The last steer we got, though, was about 700 pounds. That's a LOT of meat, and it takes a lot of space.


We did have some frozen vegetables and things in one freezer, but this steer took up at least 3/4 of the space in two very large chest freezers.

So decide if you have the room for it yourself or if you need to find other people to share the meat with.

Next, you need to find the animal. 

Where we live in beef cattle country, that pretty much just means asking our neighbors if they have a steer or cull cow we could buy from them. One of them always does. 


Future freezer meat, just 50 yards from our door.

Before we lived here, we used to look in our local free advertisement newspaper--the ones that are often on stands at grocery stores in rural areas--or on Craigslist to find someone selling whole animals.

The way it has always worked for us is that we are buying the animal, but the farmer or rancher brings it to the processor for us. In that way, we don't have worry about proving transfer of ownership with a brand inspection or anything. And we also don't have to transport it. We don't have a cattle trailer, anyway.

So once our rancher agrees to sell us the animal, I call a meat processor to find out when it can be taken in for slaughter. This has gotten a lot more difficult in the past couple of years as more people are turning to small meat processing places to get meat. The place we used to use a couple of hours away is now scheduling slaughter out a year and a half from now. 

That's crazy.

Luckily, a new place opened about an hour and a half from us, and they got this last steer in within a few weeks of my calling. When I called, they took my name and phone number, as well as the name of the rancher who was delivering the steer. They told me when he should bring it, and I duly passed that information on to our rancher neighbor. 

Whenever we've bought an animal for processing, dealing with the processor is entirely my responsibility. All the farmer or rancher should be doing is dropping the animal off.

The animal is slaughtered the day it's delivered, but with beef, it has to hang and age in a cooler for some time. I always ask that it hang at least two weeks. For a bigger animal, three weeks is really better. That does require the processor to hold the animal in valuable storage space for longer, so not all of them want to do that, but they should definitely not try to cut it up any sooner than ten days after slaughter. The meat needs the time to age. It makes for better texture and flavor.

Sometime before the aging period is done, the processor will call to get cutting instructions. Every processor I have ever used has what's called a "cut sheet." It's just a list of the various cuts that can be taken from different parts of the animal. They will go down this list with me over the phone and ask my preferences.

So, for instance, some of the cuts can be made into roasts, or stew meat, or ground beef. Some of the cuts that can be roasts can also be cut into steaks. 

They will also ask how many pounds of meat should be in each package of things like ground beef and stew meat. Also how thick to cut the steaks and how many to a package. This new processor asked me if I wanted the meat vacuum sealed, or just wrapped in plastic wrap and butcher paper (I went with the latter, because it's less plastic overall), but that's the first time I've ever been given an option for packaging.

In addition, I have the option of getting the offal--heart, liver, kidneys, etc.--the oxtail and soup bones, and any additional fat. I get all of that, because the dogs will eat what I don't cook. If you don't have the space or just don't want to deal with offal, you can say no. If you do want the fat for rendering into tallow, you can usually ask them to grind it for you, which makes it much easier to render.

The person you're talking to is going to be very knowledgeable about the different cuts of meat and your options, so don't be afraid to ask what they recommend or what most people ask for.

This is the time to ask what the live weight of the animal was. The processor will weigh it before slaughter. That's the live weight, and that's how the farmer or rancher will calculate how much you owe them. We calculate it ourselves for our neighbors, using the price at our local auction per hundredweight for that particular kind of animal on that day. A cull cow, for instance, brings less at auction than a steer. Prices are pretty high right now for all kinds of animals, but our cost to our rancher this time was still less than two dollars per pound.

However, given that the steer we got from him was a bit over 1,300 pounds live weight, that's still a pretty hefty check to write up front. And that doesn't include the processing.

I pay the processor directly when I pick the meat. They charge a price per pound based on what's called the hanging weight. That's the weight of the carcass after it's been gutted. 

Taking both costs together, the price per pound for the meat we actually brought home came out to a bit less than four dollars per pound, which is the most we've ever had to pay. That may sound like a lot for something like ground beef, but keep in mind that that's what you're paying for filet mignon and porterhouse steaks, too. Even at these higher prices, it averages out to less than grocery store meat, and of course it's a much, much higher quality.

This is what 700 pounds of beef looks like when it's in boxes.


Having a truck is useful for transport purposes, because those boxes take up a lot of space.

Again, this was a particularly large steer, so this is more meat than we would normally get.

And now all that remains is to eat it. Without worrying about running out for a loooong time.

Monday, September 27, 2021

Monday Bouquet: Singular

I left the small jar of sunflowers on the table last week for most of the week. Long enough that they were looking pretty sad when I finally got around to replacing them. That happens when I'm working more.

That's why I only had one new arrangement last week.

Most of the sunflower patches on the side of the road look like this now.


Less flowery, more seedy.

It took some searching, but I did manage to find a couple of very small sunflowers for the replacement arrangement.


Plus sage and dried grass heads.

We anticipate a killing frost anytime in October, so we'll see if I can continue to find a sunflower or two a week until then.

I hope you have a lovely Monday, with or without flowers.

Sunday, September 26, 2021

Snapshots: Wood Stacking, Walking, and Blue Sky

We bought two cords of wood for winter this year again, which means I had to mobilize my woodstacking army to get it all stacked in the porch.

In this case, "mobilize" is a euphemism for "bribe with chocolate milk."


Half an hour of stacking for a glass of chocolate milk. Anyone who stacked an extra fifteen minutes got an extra spoonful of syrup in their milk.

I'd never made chocolate milk before, so I used this recipe and made 1/3 of the total amount for the chocolate syrup. It was a hit, and all four children chose to do the extra time to get extra syrup. Twice. Once in the morning, once in the afternoon. Which means I got four kids working for 1.5 hours stacking wood. They got about half of it done. 

One more batch of chocolate syrup today and it should all be stacked.

Let's see what else . . .

The school play was on Friday evening, so I took the chance that everyone would sleep on Saturday morning and went for a walk as soon as it was light enough to see.


Windmill awaiting the sunrise.

The dogs were very excited to finally get an early morning walk.


It's never too early for Jasper the Perpetually-Alert Dog.

And lastly, A. took a single picture with my camera last weekend when he took the older boys fishing in various places across northern New Mexico.


You can tell it's New Mexico because of that blue sky.

And there you have it! My life, snapshotted.

Friday, September 24, 2021

Friday Food: Never Done, Indeed

Friday 

Short version: Chicken salad sandwiches, cucumbers

Long version: A., Cubby, and Calvin weren't home. Cubby had an away game that was seven hours away (that's crazy even for here), and rather than making him come home on the bus that night and not get home until after midnight, A. decided to go and bring him home, stopping to fish in the mountains on the way home. Calvin wanted to go, too, but it was too much driving for the younger two, so they stayed here with me.

They had the sandwiches, made with the last of the leftover chicken breast from Sunday's giant roasted chicken. 

Saturday

Short version: Green chile beef stew, garlic bread

Long version: I wasn't sure if the travelers would be returning this night, so I made something that would keep if they got home late. They ended up staying one more night in the mountains, so it was just the three of us for dinner again.

I was very, very tired and not into making dinner by the afternoon, because I spent the entire day in the kitchen dealing with the 30 or so pounds of apples a very kind lady brought us. She has five apple trees, and had heard from one of the teachers at school that we could use them. She dropped them off on Friday, and I spent Saturday making applesauce and canning it. 

I felt like I would never get out of the kitchen.


The title of this book I'm currently reading seemed particularly apropros.

Sunday

Short version: Beef stir-fry, rice, apple crisp with whipped cream

Long version: The butcher we used this time for the steer we bought from our neighbor was a new place for us, and the first place that ever asked me if I wanted any of the meat cut into stir-fry strips.

Well, YEAH.

I make stir-fry a lot, and if I can get someone else to cut up the meat for me, I am all for it. Especially if I use the bags of frozen stir-fry vegetables--which I usually do nowadays--it makes for a very quick meal.

I didn't make the kids do their bathroom chores this week, so I got to choose the dessert. And I chose apple crisp. I made a big 9x13 one and used up the very last of all those apples. 

I WIN.

Monday

Short version: Leftovers

Long version: Work day! Which you could probably tell from the leftoveres.

A., Calvin, and Poppy had leftover roast beef, rice, and cucumbers. Jack, Cubby, and I had the hamburger stew. Everyone had the last of the apple crisp.

Tuesday

Short version: Beef ribs, pasta, raw green beans, calabacitas

Long version: There were several packages of ribs at the top of the freezer, so I pulled those out and cooked them a few hours.

Not long enough. They were still a bit tough, so I pulled the meat off, cut it up smaller, and simmered it for awhile with barbecue sauce to get it a bit more tender.

Egg noodles with just butter, salt, and garlic powder. 

And the zucchini-like calabacitas fried in olive oil with onion, tomatoes, and garlic. I love this. It's one of my favorite things in summer, and I can eat it with just about everything.

Wednesday

Short version: Meatloaf, leftover pasta, frozen green peas

Long version: I mixed and formed the meatloaves in the morning so I could put them in when I got home from work. I made them on the smaller side so they would cook faster, but they still took almost an hour. 

On the upside, I did not have to be frying hamburgers or something during that hour, because the baking meatloaves take no hands-on cooking. Always appreciated after work.

Thursday

Short version: Leftovers, canned clam chowder

Long version: Cubby had a home football game at 6 p.m., so the rest of us had dinner before we left. A. had the barbecue beef ribs, tomatoes and pickles, and some yogurt. I had leftover meatloaf and coleslaw. The kids had meatloaf, pasta, and coleslaw.

The coleslaw was just a small bowl of this recipe that I made because when I was starting to slice cabbage with the food processor to make sauerkraut, I accidentally put the shredding disc on instead. So I shredded a carrot to go with the accidental shredded cabbage and made some coleslaw.

Cubby had the chowder when he got home. I recently bought a box of six cans of it online for him, because he loves seafood of all kinds, so he's quite happy to eat this soup. And even though it's in a can, it doesn't have any sketchy ingredients. Yay.

Okay, your turn! What'd you eat this week?


Tuesday, September 21, 2021

T.T.: Efficient Food Processing

If you've been reading here a long time--a reeeeally long time, like 12 years--you might remember this post about Rita the Puppy and her nighttime potty issue. The MiL was out of town at the time, which is why I was taking care of Rita. And when the MiL got back, she felt so bad about the inconvenience caused by Rita that she bought me a food processor.

I have mentally thanked Rita many times for that food processor over the years.

However. 

As much as I appreciate having a food processor when it comes time to shred three gallons of cabbage for sauerkraut or whatever, I do not like hauling the thing out and washing its many pieces. Which is why I make sure that I make the most of it when I do.

I never, ever use the food processor for only one thing. A common sequence for me is making breadcrumbs first, then making pesto, then making a marinara sauce. I don't have to even rinse the food processor out in between, because I don't care if small bits of breadcrumbs are in the pesto, or if the pesto is in the marinara.

When doing this, keep in mind that the purpose is to not have to actually wash it in between uses. So the first use should be for a food that doesn't have fat in it, like shredding vegetables, because then it can just be rinsed out and re-used.

Last time I used the food processor, I first used it to shred cabbage and carrots for coleslaw, then I shredded asadero cheese to freeze. I had had shredding the cheese in the back of my mind for a few days, but I waited until I was using the food processor for something else before doing the cheese.


Coleslaw on the left, cheese on the right. And shreds of each all over the counter, because shredding is messy.

I suppose this sort of goes along with my habit of trying to use dishes more than once to save on having to wash so many. So I guess your takeaway from this can be that I'm always looking for ways to reduce dishes. And that efficiency makes me happy.

Monday, September 20, 2021

Monday Bouquets: The Sunflowers Soldier On

The sunflowers are definitely waning. They're smaller, and most of them are in pretty poor condition from insect damage. But I did find some for this week's table flowers.


One with the inevitable sage.


And one with just sunflowers.

I hope you have a lovely Monday, with or without flowers.

Sunday, September 19, 2021

Snapshots: Morning Light and Stacked Animals

You know what the boys really love? When A. goes in to wake them, warbling "Morning Has Broken." He has no ear for music, but he makes up for it with volume and dramatic delivery. 

This is a much more pleasant way to start the day.


Much quieter, too.

I almost always take photos of the the road I walk on as I'm walking away from our house. This is what it looks like when I'm on my way home.


Hello, trusty bus.

The trumpet vines that are choking out my green beans by the front fence are annoying, but they put on a nice display for anyone driving by in the morning.


Unfortunately for them, I value food much more than aesthetics, so next year they will be severely curtailed.

We have a metal bunk bed on our covered porch that was left there by the previous owner. I think his nephews used to sleep out there when they visited, maybe? I don't know. It's ugly and weird and I really want to get it out of the porch. * 

The animals, however, find this bed to be very useful. Odin spends almost all his time either under the bed on the ground, or on the lower bunk. The chickens also find it a very comfortable place to lay their eggs. I came out the other day to find Odin under the bed, one chicken on the lower bunk, and yet another chicken on the top bunk.

It was hard to get a photo that showed all three animals, and the best I got was this one where you can just see Odin's paws underneath and the top-bunk chicken's tail.


It was very amusing to me, in any case. 

And there you have it! My life, snapshotted.

* Yes, we have lived here for three years now. We've had more-pressing concerns when it comes to home improvement.