I grew up on a small cattle ranch nestled in against the foothills of the North Cascade Mountains. White face Herefords dotted the green pasture like daisies. The sound of my father’s old red Ford pickup truck rolling across the dirt track of the long abandoned railroad track called the herd better than any cattle dog. (excerpt from Pioneering Today-Faith and Home the Old Fashioned Way)
Every evening from October to May, I drove the truck while Dad tossed out about 35 bales of hay from the back. We’ve never bought beef from the store. After my husband and I were first married, we ran out of beef (never to be repeated) and had to purchase some meat from the store until butchering time rolled back around.
I had never cooked store bought meat. I had no idea how different it was, and not in a good way. The odor (it wasn’t rancid or bad, but it smells different) made my nose curl. I couldn’t believe the amount of liquid I had to drain even though I’d purchased lean. And the taste. It was the difference between real sweet cream butter and margarine.
We now have our own herd of natural grass fed beef. I use the term herd generously as we only have 6 cows. Like any homesteading venture, there are pros and cons. Continue reading →