This huge thing has been defrosting in my fridge for a few days, and now it’s just soft enough to cut through. As soon as I opened it up, I was very, very, very glad that I didn’t wait until it was totally defrosted with full-on funk juice. This thing effing stinks.
I would’ve bought frozen tripe long ago, but couldn’t manage to get a local source (although I think I may have found one now) and for whatever reason, none of my stores carried it. It seemed ridiculous to have this thing shipped (and I have a thing about shipping). I also totally don’t see the point of feeding tripe of a grain-fed animal. Then, one day, I came across this 5 lb chub at a local store. It was marked about 8 months old—which gave me pause—but I figured I’d just try it.
Like I said, it effing stinks. I’ve tried the can kinds that do stink but not like this (and, really are pointless from a nutrition perspective [for feeding tripe, anyway] because it’s been heated, but dogs do like the stink and the taste).
I am an owner of a pretty sturdy belly, but Piz is not. I’m glad he wasn’t near. His urp reflex is so “you’re not even trying” that it almost makes me mad. In my tough worldview, it is a sign of weakness.
MP was all over me countersurfing with her nose while I was cutting up this mess, so I knew she’d like it. She likes anything anyway, but I was glad she wouldn’t be lukewarm about something so extreme. Of all things to make someone eat if they are not wild about it, this is the meanest.
I kind of can’t believe MP was able to just leave the supplement. What the hell. I had to pick it out and stick it in a piece of banana. Wash hands.
Now that the stink has been opened, I need to divide the rest into single portions and refreeze. Don’t give me a face for refreezing! I refreeze stuff for humans, too, and it’s fine. I also use “wines I you wouldn’t drink” when I make stews. And that, too, is fine. You know what, sometimes literally a whole bottle or more goes into those things. I can fix some $3 cheap wine problem (oh please) with my cooking abilities—really. (Even if I couldn’t you know that I’d still use the cheap stuff.) Or, you can give me $25 that you won’t taste, if you want.
Anyway. So, I use my drug saffron dealer scale to portion out several stink meals. With all this effort and grody, I ended up with just five more meals of this. Unsure.
Well, unlike other meats that I sometimes put on the stove to thaw out/half cook (what can I say) if I hadn’t thawed it earlier (nope), this one’s not going to be heated. Not just because it’ll kill the enzymes or whatever, but I don’t want to ingest tripe stink molecules.