Today was my first time doing the Stillman’s Farm meat pickup over in Brookline. Somehow, I’d managed to weasel my way out of it every other time, leaving Karen of Verbatim (my meat partner) to do the dirty work. But I sucked it up so I could finally meet the farmer and add yet another name to my little black book (though my heart still belongs to another, it’s always a good idea to keep your options open).
I haven’t talked much about cooking from my Stillman’s meat share (except here) not because it sucks. It doesn’t. But because when you split a half share and you’re me, it barely lasts the whole ride home. That’s only, like, five or six pounds of meat. I’m sure Stillman’s wouldn’t recommend sucking on the frozen packages like they were giant meat popsicles while gunning it through Fast Lane, but we do things a little differently inside the 128 belt. So, yeah. Anyway. It’s not nearly enough.
I was also excited about this meat pickup because I would get to meet one of my readers, Andrea, who recently joined Stillman’s and drives all the way up from the Cape. Usually, I like to keep a low profile and let people construct outlandish ideas of what I might be like. But much like the first intimate encounters in a budding romance, sometimes it’s best to get the disappointment out of the way early.
Anyway, Andrea proved to be as nice as could be, and brought me THE BEST present ever. Have a look:
This shan’t be given the indignity of mud splatters on the bumper of my car. I will be wearing it on my forehead now and forever.
After buying the Preschooler a cookie the size of his sweet head at Clear Flour, we returned home with the loot. Here’s what we got: lamb chops, a porterhouse steak, 2 packages of ground beef, a ham, a strip steak, and bacon. Dividing up the goods is always a huge question mark, but I’m pretty sure those lamb chops have my name on them. And the bacon.