I need a cow.
The amount of meat my boys go through is absolutely insane.
The other night, my husband brought home this epic T-bone steak and I thought to myself, “Oh, good! We’ll have leftovers.” I’ll make wraps… some kind of steak salad… maybe stroganoff… (when’s the last time you had stroganoff?!).
But the three of them devoured it like a pack of wolves! I heard ravenous snarls coming from the table.
On the other hand, I wasn’t in the mood to partake in this carnivorous feast….