Where's the Beef? Not Frequently on My Plate.
Above is the lunch I had yesterday at the house where I do caregiving once a week. The H House I will call it. Mr and Mrs H had their 68th anniversary last week. He was 17 and she was 20 when they got married. They are both in their 80s now. I don't recall if she ever held a job outside the home. They raised 4 children on the farm; a dairy. One son passed away here a couple of years ago. His brother still runs beef cows on the farm there. All of her married life, I suspect, Mrs H has always cooked 3 meals a day, because when I arrive there at 8 AM it isn't long afterwards that she is wondering what we are going to cook for lunch. Generally it's simple sandwiches or potato soup, but yesterday it was steak, leftover pulled pork and roasting ears. I took a picture to send to Gary, since he appreciates such things. Someone of the family had given them the steak, I believe, the pulled pork was leftover from another...