STRUT YOUR STUFF

written by

Drausin Wulsin

posted on

December 27, 2015



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These boys were supposed to be hens. Since being kicked out of the hen house, they now make their living scavenging hog feed and hanging out with rams and bulls. 

They love to strut their stuff.

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We are managing in this incredibly wet weather by always moving forward out of the mud. The cow herd has about another month of grazing left, and then they move to hay. Steers and cull cows are on hay now, but moving forward slowly but constantly out in the pasture, as well.

Below is pork tenderloin, accompanied by roasted sweet potatoes with cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger, & butter, and a sour cherry sauce. The tenderloin was so tender it could be cut with a fork. A delicate and absolutely delicious meal.

We still have on hand one whole beef tenderloin (4.5 lbs) and several pork rib roasts (5 lbs). We also have prepared Moroccan sliders, chili, Bolognese Sauce, bone broth, and short-rib burgers from Susan's Soulful Kitchen. Whole chickens and various cuts of grassfed beef, lamb, and pork await you as well. Let us know how we can help you strut your stuff for the New Year.



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