Monday, September 17, 2012

EL MOLINO DE CARNE

Los Jubilados have given up consuming various foods during their fifty years of marriage.  The reasons are varied:
     1) political, such as grapes from California, orange juice from Florida, anything from South Africa under apartheid and Chile during the Pinochet regime.
     2) bacterial contamination, such as alfalfa sprouts, packaged lunch meat, hamburger.
     3) exposés on the way the food is prepared, such as hamburger (again), hot dogs, cereal, yellow chicken, hormone-laced beef.

The list goes on.  Thankfully, we always had a large organic garden to eat from.

So when I occasionally mention to el sr J that I'm hungry for a hot dog or a hamburger or meatloaf, he gives me an appalled look as though I've betrayed a sacred agreement that we swore to abide by.

He did, however, agree to eat hamburger if we bought a grinder and made our own from beef purchased at the local market.  So that's what we did.  We bought a big piece of sirloin at market and ground it up.  Then we had meatballs and hamburgers.  Who knows, we might even make sausage.  Not Jimmy Dean.

First the meat:


Then the fat:



Put 'em together and whaddya got?



Several kilos of ground sirloin.

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