December 08, 2004
Last of the Ribeyes
Guy was incredulous a while ago that I hadn't spent more meal time attacking my stocks of prime organic, pasture-raised cuts. Quite frankly, this evidences a lack of understanding of the anatomy of a cow, or more likely another instance of careless taunting. Apropos of the coming New Year, my choice meats are disappearing, and fast. Monday night, I said goodbye to another fallen class of beef princes: the ribeyes. It seems like only yesterday that I began to sample these luscious remains of my Young Belted Galloway, as he slumbered away in my freezer, and now they're all gone.
This was the last of them. And they're not coming back.
Ah, damn.
Since my opponent has not been forthcoming about the quantity or anatomy of the meat his poor young belted galloway so faultlessly gave up to him, it seems that I am unable to mourn the passing of the ribeyes as a category. I have no idea how many preceded it.
Sorry. Next topic.
Posted by: guy at December 9, 2004 12:35 AMYou shouldn't have bothered trying to mourn. The funeral was a strictly private function.
Posted by: Eric at December 9, 2004 06:28 AMLet's keep your private functions out of this. That chicken fried steak looked close enough.
Posted by: guy at December 9, 2004 09:01 AMHey, you opened the proverbial "barn door" (or perhaps I should say "back door") with your detailed account of a visit to the colonic irrigation specialist.
Posted by: Eric at December 9, 2004 11:08 AM