Meat Grinder

I have something exciting to tell you about. My brand new, handy dandy, spiffy new, food grinder. My first real attachment for my KitchenAid. This baby was a part 1 of 3 surprise that arrived in the mail courtesy of Aaron's parents. And what a surprise it was!!! It was like Christmas here (especially for a couple of kids that don't celebrate Christmas!)

So before I even had a KitchenAid, I had dreams of grinding my own meat. Of shoving handfuls of chicken and steak and pork into this contraption and watching as it gracefully squeezed out tender little bits so I could make my own burgers and even better....to stuff my own sausage!!!

I'm not sure how to explain it. There is something so satisfying to be able to squeeze freshly ground raw meat through your fingers.

I'm currently wondering how many people stopped reading at this point. But for the few of you who are left, let me continue on.

I quickly unboxed this glorious gift and washed it out in preparation for use. I didn't have any meat ready, but I wanted to be prepared when I did. The following day I couldn't wait any longer and I picked up some chicken breasts, cut them into long strips, and popped them into the freezer for a little, not to freeze solid, but just to firm up a bit so the grinder wouldn't mushify it.

Let me show you what happens:

Mmm....meat....

So after a few hours of thinking of other things I could shove in there: cheese, vegetables, the cats tail, the annoying dove outside, or even better...the neighbors dog who just won't shut the fuck up - I realized the safe thing for everyone would be to clean up, and put the grinder away for another day, and think of a meal to use all this ground chicken I had.

Don't mistake me DOG....I have not forgiven....nor forgotten....Beware!!!

Anyway, sorry.

No. Actually, I'm not sorry. That little shit is annoying as hell. And he'd fit perfectly in the grinder.

*Awkward silence*

Continuing on...

So I know I've explained how excited I was am about the grinder, but I should explain that is was a gift for both of us. You see, I like to cook so it was a gift for me, and Aaron likes to eat without cooking, so it was a gift for him. Like my sister said when I told her about it, "Woah! He must have loved that gift. He reaps the benefits of it without any work!!!" (Or something along those lines. Plus, that means lots of meat filled manly meals in the future. Don't worry, I promised his parents I would feed him other things than meat...on occasion.

Eventually I show you parts 2 and 3 of this gift. But first, I have to go order some sausage casings....MUAHAHA!