A mum at my sons’ Christmas fair said I wasn’t an Alpha Male on Saturday because I was making soup and mulled wine, whereas her husband wouldn’t be seen dead in the kitchen.
Well, she’s right. Here’s the proof….I am very much NOT an Alfalfa Male!
This is Part 1 of my Christmas meat shopping. Just gotta get the goose now.
It took me an hour or so to butcher this lot down into steaks that will last a couple of months. Unfortunately, I got a little carried away with the photographs and while taking a picture of the Japanese Tojiro knife carving a slab, it fell – and I caught it. And almost lost my finger. Well, a flesh wound really. But my God, it hurt.