Meat

First of all, I just discovered there's another blog titled Regular Mom.  So much for me being original, I don't even have that going for me!  Oh well, I like the name anyways. 

Now on to my topic.  There's an elk hanging in my garage.  Well, actually, there's 4 legs with large amounts of meat attached to them and some unknown parts (except the testicle hanging there, I do recognize that, yuck) hanging in my garage.  Not really sure how I feel about this, but I'm avoiding the garage as much as possible until I figure it out.  The last time he killed an animal (he shot a buck when we lived in Grand Junction) it went straight to the processor and came home nicely wrapped in clearly labeled packages.  This I am okay with.  He has asked many times if I'm going to help him "process" this meat.  Which means cutting it all up and wrapping it to go into our freezer, into my cooking, and into our mouths.  My response to him is "I'm not that kind of wife" and "If you expect me to cook it and eat it, I will not be taking part in the processing of it".  He keeps asking...  I'm trying to be the supportive, encouraging "helper" wife I know I'm supposed to be, and I'm so happy for him and his successful hunt, but I think the line might need to be drawn.  We've also been given different advice from about 10 different people on how the processing of this meat should take place, what seasonings to add, whether or not to add some fat in, what parts to keep and not keep.  Ugh.  Do we really have to talk about this so much?  I just have to say, I'm ready for this to be over so I don't have to talk about meat anymore. 

Disclaimer:  Now, don't get me wrong, I'm totally impressed with you women who hunt with your husbands, or without, and who involve yourself completely in the process from start to finish.  I don't have an issue with hunting, I'm really thankful for the provision God has given us!  I just don't really want to be the one doing it.   And since it's my blog, I get to share my opinion.  Take it or leave it!!