The van's grass-fed situation was starting to scrape bottom, so after a bit of sleuthing yesterday, I discovered Short's Family Farm in nearby Chimacum. Following a brief email exchange with the proprietor, twenty luscious pounds of the good stuff were set aside for me to pick up this afternoon, and just like that, the rolling home's freezer is now stocked for the foreseeable future.
At a very reasonable $5.80/pound, I continue to wonder why anyone insists on putting vastly inferior grain-fed beef in their body. Of course, it always pays to go straight to the source, as the very same beef was marked up by 60% at a grocery store I visited earlier in the day. In addition to the cost savings though, you get to see the herd and facilities firsthand, meet the people behind the operation, and tell them just how grateful you are for all that they do.
Maybe best of all, the resident ranch pooch never fails to present the very picture of playful contentedness, but since I can't think of many better places to be a dog than the wide open expanse of a farm, is it any surprise? Needless to say, Joe Joe didn't disappoint.