Chicken hearts look like tips of things, not close to feces

Chicken hearts

Fed on 9/6, Tuesday.
Chicken fingers breakfast! I say fingers because they kind of look like fat finger tips. Or tiny tips of peens. Either way, they are delicious to MP!

Breakfast hurries

Dinner is ground beef. Not fingers! Or tips of peens!

Meat for heads

Speaking of eating things like peen tips (I have TMJ, so don’t look at me), I was just thinking that buying a specific cow (whole, half, quarter, what have you) is probably the only way you’ll know that the ground meat is from one animal. I guess it isn’t a big surprise, but it’s ellipses inducing to think about how a hamburger made from ground sad meat from a supermarket can have something like 100+ cows in it, collected from all over the world. The world. Pieces of trimmings that no one wanted or can eat, gathered and soaked in ammonium for the long ride from another corner of the earth.

And, according to this NY Times article, these are parts that were “close to feces.” This shit (!) is not sad-gross, really—it is downright dangerous-effed up. Although it’s from a couple years ago, this nightmare happened because of Save-30%-no-matter-what-the-cost Cargill, another giant “close to feces” entity in Minnesota.

Anyway, MP’s bowl was from a particular cow Mindy announced on her weekly email that she’s bringing to slaughter on a specific date, asking if anyone wants a quarter or what. I replied and said “yes” and ordered that exact one. So, that is that.

Not only will Mindy know everything about that particular animal, she even knows what the meat is like, because she tastes them and everything.

Dinner face

All this reminds me of another awful thing (imagine that!) I heard recently, coming out of the mouth of the ever-annoying Q-tip head Chris Kimball of America’s Test Kitchen. He told a story about doing a taste test of a very premium, humanely and responsibly raised no-excuses pork loin against some shit meat from a shit store. At the test, they were surprised to find that the bad-ass one and the ass one were barely distinguishable. Well, effing hell. It turns out that the SLAUGHTERHOUSE messed up and switched their very nice meat with some random butt ones from who knows where. What. The. Eff. Seriously?! So, they never found out what the awesome meat was like. Fungus!