No! Not together! That would be gross.
At the farm on Saturday we picked up, among other things, a one-pound package of ground bison meat from Thunder Heart Bison. It made a nice solid little brick of coolness in our bag as we made our way through our morning errands. And on Sunday we cooked up some of the most delicious burgers we’d ever had! It was definitely not cow, but it’s hard to explain the subtle difference… For one, bison is incredibly low in fat (see this chart, ’cause who doesn’t love a good chart?) so it didn’t shrink up into tiny little patties like most beef would have. It had a rich, sweet flavor that I can’t quite describe. We ate it simply, with just some whole wheat buns and a tiny amount of condiments, in order to really appreciate the flavor of the meat, which neither of us had ever tried before. (I don’t have any pictures of it because, well, I think photos of meat are rather unappetizing. Kind of like photos of, oh, I don’t know, oatmeal. Or mashed potatoes.)
After dinner, I whipped up a batch of (boxed) brownies and, because I seem to always have cream in the house lately, I wanted whipped cream with them! (Actually, I wanted ice cream but I didn’t have the energy to go out and buy any.) I was feeling lazy and I wanted to read this book (which is wonderful, by the way) so I poured about a third of a cup, maybe a little more, of heavy cream into one of my pint canning jars, firmly fastened the lid and proceeded to shake the hell out of it while I read a chapter or two. I stopped when I couldn’t hear it sloshing around anymore, added a little sugar, shook it again for a bit, and – voila! Whipped cream!