Hello, This is the Meat Shop

The phone rang the other day, so I answered it. A lady on the the other end says, "Hello, this is the Meat Shop. Your beef is ready to be picked up."

Uh, okay. What do I say? We must have taken a cow to the butcher, I guess, so I decided to reply, "Okay, um, let me have to you talk to somebody else about that."

And I handed the phone off to my husband. He knew what was going on with the 500 pounds of ground beef ready for us.

So later that day he drove to "town" 45 minutes away to pick it up. When he got home, we had to clean out and rearrange the four freezers that we have. Yes, I said FOUR freezers so that we could fit the boxes of new beef.

We got three of them organized and then we dug through the fourth one. My cowboy picked up a ziplock bag of red stuff and said, "Hmmm.. I wonder if these are strawberries or if it's a heart."

I stopped dead in my tracks.

"Are you serious? You mean to tell me that we have frozen cow hearts in our freezers down here."

He said, "Yeah, probably. But I think these are just strawberries."

(I don't know if I dare eat frozen strawberries anymore..)

So we continue on. Then he pulls out a new bag of red stuff.. Whew, just strawberries. Soon we were almost done going through the entire freezer. But guess what surprise we found at the bottom?

Yep. He pulled up a ziplock bag with some frozen red stuff and said, "Yep, this is a heart. Definately a heart and NOT strawberries."

Disgusting.

But the neighbor's dog will be happy...