Coming from a trip to Blood Farm in Groton Ma, a true butchery/whole sale meat market in all senses of the definition, I ran into these delights. I could not resist but capture them on camera before I dropped some meat off at my parent’s house.
I get ahead of myself. I woke up. I felt the determination coursing through my veins; determination to deliver on a gift eleven months in the making. I grab my GPS and my camera, and jump into the car, destination Blood Farm.
I head out to Groton with the sports talk radio which makes the miles pass easily. I arrive at the non-descript entrance to Blood Farm.
I roll up to the office/meat locker. I sort through and find great selections. I pack mark arms full of bacon, bacon ends, goat, veal, veal bones, osso bucco veal and sweet lamb sausage. I walk over and the nice woman manning the “counter”, she says I’ll just help these people and be right with you. When I say counter, it’s a table that has been repaired, welded, and holds a scale and a list of prices.
She takes the order, and weighs the meat, captures the prices, and puts it in the bag. We walk back to the office, where I pay for the meat. I pay and leave. The price was about half of the price it would be at Butcher Boy, Shaws, or other places. The prices were phenomenal (I don’t yet know about the flavor).
I drive over to my parents house, where I drop off the meats I had promised for eleven months or so. I walk into the house and immediately l suffer the SSsssssssssssssh! We have turkeys in the yard. Then I hear oh no, now they are taking over the garden.
These turkeys invaded my parents yard so I ran around wild taking photos and getting them to leave the yard. I recommend doing this once only.
I am sure these guys are going to be back. The other photo is of a nuthatch at the feeder.
Now to buckle down for the weather!