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  • Salami and Me: A Slice-by-Slice Honest Review

    Note: This is a creative first-person narrative review. For the structured, data-driven rundown (nutritional panels, brand-by-brand scoring), hop over to the Salami and Me: A Slice-by-Slice Honest Review page on Hats of Meat.

    The late-night slice test

    I kept a small stack of Genoa salami in my fridge—Boar’s Head, the thin-sliced pack with the paper liner. One night I stood there in my socks, door open, fridge light glowing, and grabbed a slice. It snapped a little at the edge. It smelled like garlic and wine. I folded it over a cube of cheddar. Simple. Salty. And yeah, pretty great.

    Quick backstory (and a tiny tangent)

    Salami is my “busy day” snack. Work lunch? I roll slices with provolone and a pickle spear. Game night? I set out a board with crackers, grapes, and Columbus Calabrese for a little heat. Road trip? I pack Creminelli minis so I don’t end up with candy at the gas station. Sounds fussy, but it’s not. It’s just meat, cheese, and a knife. When I want something that chews a little longer on a highway rest stop, I reach for jerky—after testing a bunch of meats for jerky I know which cuts keep me awake at the wheel.

    You know what? My kid likes it most when I cut it in little triangles. Don’t ask me why. Triangles just win.

    Before we slice any further, you can also browse the comparison charts over at Hats of Meat for a quick look at prices, spice levels, and crowd-pleasing picks.

    Taste and texture: the quick rundown

    • Genoa: soft, mild, a bit tangy. Good with provolone and mustard.
    • Soppressata: firmer, peppery. Nice for sandwiches, thick cut.
    • Calabrese: spicy, a slow burn. I pair it with sweet apple slices.
    • Finocchiona: gentle fennel vibe. Smells like a deli in Tuscany, in a good way.

    The fat-to-lean mix matters. If you see white specks, that’s fat. It keeps it juicy. Thin slices feel silky. Thick slices chew more, which some folks like. I’m a thin-slice person. On pizza, though, thick wins. It curls and crisps, just like the slices in my meat-lover's pizza adventure. If melt-in-your-mouth salami makes you wonder how leaner, air-dried beef compares, my cecina meat first-person taste test will scratch that itch.

    What I actually made this week

    • Air-fryer salami “chips”: 375°F for 5 minutes. They came out wavy and crisp. I dabbed the grease with a paper towel and dipped them in spicy mustard. Weird? Maybe. Tasty? Yes.
    • Egg scramble: three eggs, onions, a handful of chopped Trader Joe’s Chianti salami. Black pepper. Done in 6 minutes. Breakfast that feels like a café, without the line.
    • Simple sandwich: sourdough, mayo, Dijon, Boar’s Head Genoa, lettuce. Potato chips smashed in for crunch. No shame.
    • Salad upgrade: romaine, olives, tomato, cubes of Columbus Soppressata. Lemon, olive oil, pinch of salt. It felt like dinner, not a sad salad.

    If breakfast is more your speed, I've got my honest take on breakfast meats waiting for your coffee to cool.

    The good stuff

    • Big flavor, small effort. One slice wakes up a whole plate.
    • Keeps well. A sealed stick from Daniele sat fine in my pantry till movie night.
    • Versatile. Crackers, eggs, pasta, or a snack board. It fits in.
    • Thin-sliced packs (like Applegate Naturals) don’t stick as much. That paper spacer helps.

    If you're curious how long-term aging changes flavor, I documented a full year inside a dedicated fridge in this dry-ager diary.

    The not-so-good stuff

    • Salt bomb. Some brands taste great but leave me chugging water. I felt it after the air-fryer batch.
    • Grease pool when heated. Not a deal-breaker, just blot it.
    • Strong smell in the fridge. Wrap it tight or your yogurt will smell like garlic. Learned that the hard way.
    • Casing can be chewy. If it’s a whole stick, I score the skin and peel it off.
    • Price swing. Fancy sticks cost a lot. The Costco twin pack from Daniele is a good middle ground, but one batch I got tasted heavy and a bit flat. Kind of one-note.

    Looking for off-the-beaten-path bargains on cured meats? I occasionally browse the community listings over at FuckLocal Backpage where locals unload charcuterie ends, deli overstock, and even gently-used slicing gear—perfect for snagging salami deals without paying gourmet-shop prices. On road trips through North Texas I’ll even peek at some Grapevine classifieds at Backpage Grapevine so I can see if anyone’s off-loading deli treasures; the quick-scroll listings help me nail down a bargain stick of salami before I’m back on the highway.

    That salt wall hits just as hard when I'm tinkering with brined cuts—here’s my candid look at corned beef and smoked meat for proof.

    Tiny tips that help

    • Chill before slicing. Cold salami cuts cleaner and thinner.
    • Use a serrated knife if it’s a firm stick. Smooth knives slip.
    • Pair it with something bright. Pickles, mustard, apple, or grapes. Cuts the salt.
    • If you care about nitrates and such, Applegate and Creminelli keep labels simple. Still salty, though. No magic there.

    Little gripes and small wins

    One pack from Columbus had slices that clumped. I peeled them apart and lost half to rips. Annoying. But their Calabrese? On a hot day with cold melon—wow. I didn’t plan that pairing. I just had melon in the fridge. Happy accident.

    Also, salami on pizza can get greasy fast. I put the slices on a paper towel first, then bake. It still curls and crisps, but the puddles stay away.

    Who should buy it?

    • Snackers who like bold flavor.
    • Busy folks who want quick protein.
    • People who build snack boards for holidays or Sunday football.
    • Not great for anyone watching salt closely. It’s salty, and it stays salty.

    Final call

    Salami is a treat food for me. I keep a small log on standby and thin-sliced packs for quick lunches. Boar’s Head Genoa gets a solid 8/10 for taste and texture. Columbus Calabrese is a 9/10 when I want heat. Cheaper deli stacks can drop to a 6/10—fine in a sandwich, not great on their own.

    Would I buy it again? Yes. Not every week. But when I need a fast win—busy Tuesday, friends over, or just that late-night fridge light—it earns its spot.

  • The Best Meats To Smoke: What Actually Worked For Me

    I’m Kayla. I smoke meat on weekends and sometimes on weird Wednesday nights. I use a Weber Smokey Mountain and a Traeger Pro 575. I keep a Thermapen in my pocket. My kids call it “the magic stick.” Cute and true.

    You know what? I’ve messed up plenty. Dry brisket. Rubber chicken skin. Salmon that tasted like a campfire. But I learned. For a professional rundown of which cuts take smoke well, I often point friends to this Char-Broil guide. Here’s what I reach for now, and exactly how it went at my house.

    Need a solid source for meat? I've had great luck ordering from Hats of Meat. I even put together a deeper dive on picking smoker-friendly cuts—here's my full breakdown of the best meats to smoke.

    Pork Shoulder (Boston Butt) — The Easy Win

    If you’re new, start here. It’s forgiving.

    • What I do: Salt and pepper (sometimes Meat Church Holy Gospel). 250°F. Post oak with a little apple. I spritz with apple juice when the bark looks dry. Pull at 200–205°F when a probe slides in like warm butter. Rest in a cooler for an hour.
    • Real story: Last football Sunday, I ran a 9-pound butt for sliders. It took about 10 hours. The bark turned dark and crackly. I mixed in a little cider vinegar and a splash of Sweet Baby Ray’s. No one spoke for five minutes. That’s how I knew it slapped.
    • One bad time: I wrapped too early once, and it got mushy. Tasted fine, but the bark went soft. Lesson learned—wait for good bark first.

    Brisket — The Big Boss

    Brisket is drama. But when it hits, it’s joy.

    • What I do: Whole packer, 12–14 pounds. Simple rub: kosher salt and coarse pepper. 250°F. Post oak. I ride the stall near 165–170°F, then wrap in pink paper. I pull around 203°F when it’s “probe tender.” Rest wrapped in a cooler for 2–3 hours.
    • Real story: Christmas Eve, we did brisket with pickles and white bread. I sliced the flat pencil-thick. The point cubes—oh man—were like beef candy. My dad went quiet. He only goes quiet for the good stuff.
    • One bad time: I once wrapped at 150°F and cranked the heat. It turned into pot roast. Still dinner, but not brisket. Never again.

    Lately I’ve also been playing with cured brisket—smoked corned beef is a whole different kind of magic.

    Ribs — Crowd Candy

    Spare ribs feel meaty. Baby backs cook faster. Both make folks smile.

    • What I do: For spares, I use a 3-2-1 style (smoke, wrap, finish). For baby backs, I do more like 2-2-1. Rub with Killer Hogs or my own salt-pepper-garlic. Cherry wood if I want that red glow. I glaze light at the end. Not too saucy.
    • Real story: On July 4th, I ran two racks with cherry wood and a thin honey glaze. We ate with napkins and no shame. Sticky fingers everywhere.
    • One note: Judges like a clean bite. My family loves fall-off-the-bone. I cook for family. You’ll pick your lane too.

    Chicken Thighs and Wings — Weeknight Heroes

    Skin is the trick. Low and slow can make it rubbery. So I change gears.

    • What I do: Start at 275–300°F with oak or pecan. Finish hotter, closer to 350–375°F, so the skin crisps. Thighs go to about 175°F for tender. Lemon pepper on wings, buffalo for the finish.
    • Real story: Wednesday game night, I did wings at 300°F, then blasted them hot for 10 minutes. Tossed in Frank’s and butter. They vanished in five.
    • One bad time: I smoked thighs at 225°F the whole way. The skin chewed like a balloon. Learned to finish hotter.

    Beef Short Ribs — “Brisket on a Stick”

    These are rich, like a cozy blanket.

    • What I do: Salt and pepper. Post oak. 250°F to about 203°F, or when they jiggle and the bone peeks. No wrap unless the bark is lagging.
    • Real story: Rainy Saturday, six hours in, I opened the lid, and the ribs shook like Jell-O. We ate them with simple mashed potatoes. Silence again. Good sign.
    • Heads up: They cost more now. Worth it for a small crew.

    Chuck Roast — The Budget Brisket Play

    Not the same as brisket, but still great.

    • What I do: 250°F with oak. Rub with garlic, salt, pepper. Smoke 4–5 hours, then wrap and cook till it shreds. I like it for tacos.
    • Real story: Sunday night barbacoa. I shredded it, added lime, and piled it on tortillas with pickled onions. My kid asked for seconds. That’s a win.
    • Note: It’s leaner. Can get stringy if you undercook. Be patient.

    Salmon — Light Smoke, Big Payoff

    Go gentle here. Fish soaks up smoke fast.

    • What I do: I like alder or apple. 180–200°F pit temp. Pull when the fish hits about 130°F internal. Maple glaze near the end.
    • Real story: Spring picnic, I ran a slab with a maple-soy glaze. The color was beautiful—like copper. Even the picky one ate it cold the next day.
    • One bad time: I tried hickory. Way too strong. Tasted like a campfire. Apple is safer.

    Turkey — Holiday Hero (Or Sandwich Machine)

    It’s not hard if you plan.

    • What I do: Dry brine with salt overnight. Spatchcock (cut out the backbone) so it cooks even. 275°F with apple and a touch of cherry. Pull the breast near 160°F and let it rest to finish.
    • Real story: Thanksgiving, the skin was bite-through, and the breast stayed juicy. I saved the drippings for gravy. We had sandwich magic for three days.
    • Tip: Big bird? Make space. It hogs the grill.

    Sausage — The Snack That Fights Back

    • What I do: Jalapeño cheddar links from the local shop. 225°F till 155°F inside. Don’t blast the heat or they burst.
    • Real story: Tailgate morning, I ran a quick batch on the Traeger. Sliced them up with mustard and crackers. Simple and happy. When I’m after a portable smoke hit, I switch to dehydrator mode—here’s what happened when I tested a bunch of cuts for jerky.

    Lamb Shoulder — The Wild Card I Loved

    • What I do: Garlic, rosemary, lemon zest, olive oil. 250°F, fruit wood like apple. Pull when tender enough to shred.
    • Real story: I stuffed it in pita with cucumber and yogurt. Bright and smoky. Some folks say lamb tastes strong. The light wood kept it clean.

    My Quick Cheat Sheet

    • Pork shoulder: 250°F, post oak + apple, pull 200–205°F. Watch the bark.
    • Brisket: 250°F, post oak, wrap at good bark around 170°F. Rest long.
    • Ribs: 225–250°F, cherry for color, glaze last 20 minutes.
    • Chicken wings/thighs: Start 300°F, finish hotter to crisp.
    • Beef short ribs: 250°F, post oak, jiggle test.
    • Chuck roast: 250°F, wrap to finish, taco time.
    • Salmon: 180–200°F, apple/alder, pull near 130°F.
    • Turkey: 275°F, dry brine, spatchcock for even cook.

    Tools I trust: Thermapen for temps, Meater for long cooks, Kingsford blue for the WSM, pink butcher paper for brisket.

    Side note: sometimes I crank out more brisket and ribs than my family can polish off, and a platter of leftovers feels like a crime. When I’m craving extra adult company to help demolish the feast—and maybe spark a little post-dinner fun—I hop onto FuckBuddies.app where it’s ridiculously easy to connect with like-minded locals who appreciate good smoke, good vibes, and zero strings attached. When I’m up in Michigan for a Spartan football weekend, the quickest way to line up some after-hours company in that college town is to scroll through Backpage East Lansing, which curates fresh, verified listings and practical safety pointers so I can spend more time tending the fire and less time swiping aimlessly.

    A Few Lessons That Saved Me

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  • Sheep Meat Near Me: What I Bought, Cooked, and Loved (Queens, NY)

    I live in Astoria, Queens. I cook a lot at home. I wanted sheep meat close by—fresh, not funky, and at a fair price. (If you're typing “sheep meat near me” into every search bar like I was, this deep dive over at Hats of Meat lays out the mindset.) So I spent a month buying lamb from real spots near me. I cooked it all. I took notes. You know what? Some places surprised me.

    Let me explain.

    Real spots I tried

    International Meat Market, Astoria

    International Meat Market is my neighborhood butcher on 30th Ave. Old-school counters. Friendly folks. I asked for a 3 pound lamb shoulder, bone in. They cut it into stew cubes for me, clean and even. The color looked bright. The fat was creamy and not waxy. I slow-cooked it with onions and tomatoes for 3 hours. It turned spoon-tender and rich, not gamey. Price was fair for a small shop. They’ll French a rack too if you ask. Nice touch.

    Costco, Long Island City

    I grabbed a boneless leg of lamb, imported from New Zealand. Big pack, tight seal, no weird smell. I butterflied it, rubbed it with garlic, lemon, salt, and rosemary, then grilled it fast. Juicy in the center. Slices held up for next-day sandwiches. Great for feeding a crowd. Racks here are good too, but they sell out near holidays. If you'd rather slow things down and let sweet smoke do the work, here's a rundown of the best meats to smoke that have actually delivered for me.

    H Mart, Flushing

    If you want thin-sliced lamb for hot pot or quick stir-fry, H Mart is the move. I bought a one-pound tray of shoulder slices. I tossed the strips in cumin, chili flakes, and soy. Hot pan, two minutes, done. The lamb stayed tender and didn’t drip too much fat. Easy weeknight win.

    Dickson’s Farmstand Meats, Chelsea Market

    This trip felt fancy. I got ground lamb and a small rack. The grind had the right fat—juicy but not greasy. I made lamb burgers with feta and a little mint. Seared in a cast-iron pan, medium. They tasted clean. The rack baked with Dijon and herbs came out crisp at the edges and blush in the middle. It costs more here, but the flavor is steady.

    Union Square Greenmarket – 3-Corner Field Farm

    I bought two lamb shanks and a pack of merguez sausage. The farmer talked me through cook times (sweet, patient). I braised the shanks with garlic and a splash of red wine. Low and slow, three hours. The meat slid off the bone—silky and deep. The merguez had a gentle heat. I tucked it in pita with yogurt and pickled onions. I smiled through the whole meal.

    What I cooked at home

    • Slow-cooked shoulder stew with tomatoes, bay leaf, and a hint of cinnamon. Served with rice.
    • Grilled butterflied leg, lemony and smoky, sliced thin for pita wraps.
    • Thin-sliced lamb stir-fry with cumin and scallions. Two pans. Ten minutes. Done.
    • Lamb burgers with feta and mint. Pan-seared. No grill needed.
    • Dijon-herb rack, roasted until the crust set. Rested 10 minutes—don’t skip that part.
    • Braised shanks, fall-apart soft, with mashed potatoes. My rainy-day fix.

    What I loved

    • Fresh smell. Good lamb smells clean and a little sweet. Every “yes” place had that.
    • Color and fat. Bright red meat. Fat that’s firm, not waxy. That matters for taste.
    • Friendly cutters. When butchers cut to size, dinner gets easier. And better.
    • Thin-slice trays. H Mart made stir-fry nights simple. No knife work. No mess.

    What bugged me (just a little)

    • Price swings. Racks jump up around Easter, Passover, and Eid. I should’ve planned better. I watch protein prices the way some folks watch stocks; the breakdown of what I actually pay for buffalo meat shows the same ups and downs.
    • Big packs at warehouse stores. Great value, but you’ll need freezer bags and labels.
    • Mutton is tough to find. I did spot it at a halal shop on 74th Street in Jackson Heights, but it sells fast and tastes stronger. Not for everyone.

    Tiny tips that helped

    • Ask for shoulder “for stew” or “for kabobs.” The cut size changes the cook time.
    • Dry the meat with paper towels before searing. It browns better. Way better.
    • Season more than you think. Lamb loves salt, lemon, garlic, rosemary, and cumin.
    • Rest the roast. Ten minutes on the board. Juices settle; slices stay moist.
    • Freeze smart. Wrap tight. Label date and cut. Future you will thank present you.

    For an easy cheat-sheet on every lamb cut—from shank to saddle—take a spin through the charts over at Hats of Meat.

    Quick note on flavor

    Lamb is sheep meat from a young animal. It tastes mild and a bit sweet. Mutton is from an older animal. Darker, stronger, and great for long stews—if you like bold flavor. I do, sometimes. My partner? Not always. We meet in the middle with shoulder cuts and bright herbs.

    So, where should you go?

    • Want custom cuts and help? International Meat Market, Astoria.
    • Cooking for a crowd? Costco, Long Island City, for leg and racks.
    • Need fast weeknight strips? H Mart, Flushing, thin-sliced shoulder.
    • Want big flavor and small-farm care? Dickson’s Farmstand Meats or 3-Corner Field Farm at Union Square.

    Honestly, finding good sheep meat near me wasn’t hard. And hey, if you’d rather not enjoy that perfectly roasted rack alone, MeetNFuck lets you link up with nearby folks who’ll appreciate your kitchen skills and turn that solo dinner into a fun, shared experience.
    Maybe your lamb-hunting adventures pull you up to Connecticut for the weekend—if so, exploring the scene on Backpage Norwalk can match you with local food-lovers, giving you built-in company to taste-test your recipes and discover new markets around Fairfield County.
    If you’re close to Queens or Manhattan, these spots worked for me. If you’re not, look for the same signs: clean smell, bright color, nice fat, and a cutter who listens. That’s how you win dinner.

  • My Kitchen, My Deli: A Week With My Home Meat Slicer

    I’m Kayla, and yes, I actually use this thing. I bought the Chef’sChoice 615A last fall when school lunches took over my Sundays. I thought it would sit in a cabinet and collect dust. It didn’t. It took over my counter.
    If you want the full diary of that first seven-day sprint, I’ve laid it out step by step here.

    You know what? I didn’t even plan to love it. But I do, mostly.

    Why I Bought It (And What I Thought Would Happen)

    I grew up near a corner deli. Fresh cuts, thin as paper, and no one rushed you. I wanted that at home. I also wanted to stop paying $8 a pound for deli turkey.

    So I picked the Chef’sChoice 615A. It’s a small, sturdy slicer with a 7-inch blade. It comes with a serrated blade. I bought the smooth blade later for cheese and prosciutto. The motor hums. Not loud like a blender on high, but not quiet either.

    I told myself I’d only use it for big holidays. That was cute.

    First Run: Leftover Brisket and a “Whoa” Moment

    My first test was cold brisket from a backyard smoke. I chilled it in the fridge first. That’s key. Cold meat cuts better. I set the dial to a thin slice, maybe 1 or 2 on the wheel, and started.

    Slice-slice-slice.

    The pieces fell like soft cards. Shingled on the board, they looked store-bought. My kid asked, “Did you buy this?” I didn’t. I just smiled.

    Then I tried fresh-baked bread. It worked, but it shed crumbs everywhere. I learned real fast: keep a big sheet pan under the slicer to catch the mess. Little thing, big win.

    What It Cuts Well (And What Needs Help)

    Here’s the thing: this slicer can do a lot. But not everything is easy.

    • Cold roast turkey breast: Fantastic. I did 2 pounds in six minutes. Perfect for school lunches.
    • Pork loin: Even better. I paid $2 a pound, sliced it thin, and froze packs. Saved real money that week.
    • Salami and pepperoni: Great with the serrated blade.
    • Prosciutto: The serrated blade tore it. The smooth blade fixed it. Chill it till it’s firm.
    • Cheese: Firm cheese is okay. Soft cheese smears unless you freeze it for 15 minutes first.
    • Tomatoes and cabbage: It works, but go slow. Watch your fingers.

    If you need inspiration for what to slice next, the recipe gallery over at Hats of Meat will hand you more ideas than a downtown deli menu.

    I tried slicing bacon at 1/16 inch. It did it, but the slab slid around a bit. I now use a glove and press in steady. Works way better.

    The Good Stuff That Won Me Over

    • It makes paper-thin cuts for sandwiches. My kids eat more now because the texture feels fancy.
    • Thickness dial goes from whisper thin to about 3/4 inch. I like 3 for Philly-style roast beef.
    • The carriage glides smooth. I oil the bar with a drop of food-safe mineral oil once a month.
    • The rubber feet hold well. It doesn’t walk unless you push too hard.
    • Most parts pop off for cleaning. No tools needed.

    And the best part? I can buy big cuts on sale and slice them how I like. I stopped arguing with the deli counter about “a little thinner, please.” Freedom feels nice.

    The Not-So-Great Bits (Because Let’s Be Real)

    • Cleaning takes time. If you’re tired, you’ll skip it. Don’t. I use a pastry brush, warm water, and a little soap. Then I air dry. It’s not hard, but it’s a chore.
    • The serrated blade tears soft stuff. Get the smooth blade if you like cheese or delicate meats. I wish it came standard.
    • The stroke length isn’t huge. A giant roast won’t fit. I trim the end, then slice.
    • It’s not silent. Early mornings, the kitchen sounds like “meal prep mode.”
    • The dial numbers aren’t exact. Once you find “your” setting, take a photo so you remember.

    I nicked my thumb once while wiping the blade. Not fun. Now I use a cut-proof glove. I set the thickness to zero before I clean. That pulls the plate tight to the blade. Much safer.

    Real-Life Use Cases From My Week

    • Sunday: Sliced a herb-roasted turkey breast. Made sandwich packs: 4 ounces each. Two went in the fridge, four in the freezer with parchment between slices. Time saved all week.
    • Monday night: I sliced a chilled pork loin for ramen bowls. Thin, quick-cook pieces. Dinner took 12 minutes, tops.
    • Wednesday: Charcuterie board for book club. Salami on the serrated blade, prosciutto on the smooth. Grapes, nuts, dark chocolate. Done.
    • Friday: Game night snacks—paper-thin pickles and cheddar. I know, weird mix. But it slapped.

    Cleaning, Safety, and All Those Boring (But Key) Things

    Let me explain how I keep it simple:

    • I unplug it first. Always.
    • I set the thickness to zero. It closes the gap.
    • I remove the blade, the carriage, and the pusher.
    • I wipe with warm soapy water. No dishwasher for the blade.
    • I dry with a soft towel and let parts air dry on a rack.
    • I add one drop of food-safe oil to the slide bar.

    If you’re ever unsure about disassembly or need a visual guide, the full Chef’sChoice 615A manual is free to browse online and spells everything out step by step.

    I store the slicer covered with a cotton towel under the cabinet. It’s about the size of a large stand mixer. Not tiny, not huge.

    Tiny Tricks That Make a Big Difference

    • Chill meat for 30 minutes. Soft food needs cold to stay firm.
    • Use parchment between slices before freezing. They break apart easy later.
    • Keep a half sheet pan under the slicer to catch crumbs.
    • Don’t force it. Let the blade do the work. Slow and steady cuts cleaner.
    • If you slice cheese, use the smooth blade and a quick chill.
    • For leftovers, spritz slices with a little broth. Keeps them juicy.

    Who This Is For (And Who Might Hate It)

    • Great for: meal preppers, parents, hunters, folks who bake big roasts, bagel-and-lox people (yes, it can slice cold smoked salmon if it’s very cold), and anyone curious about homemade jerky (I tested a bunch, here’s what chews right).
    • Maybe skip it if: you only make one sandwich a week, or you hate cleaning anything with more than two parts.

    Money Talk: Did It Actually Save Me Cash?

    Short answer: yes. I bought a whole pork loin for $1.99 per pound and made sandwich slices, stir-fry strips, and thicker chops. The same amount in deli cuts would’ve cost triple. I do the same with turkey after holidays when prices drop. It adds up.

    Another hack: when supermarket prices spike, I scout neighborhood butcher deals first. A quick scroll through FuckLocal connects me with mom-and-pop meat shops running flash sales and willing to slice roasts to order, which lowers per-pound costs and gives me fresher cuts than the chain deli.

    While we're on the subject of hyper-local bargains, Central Valley readers should peek at community classifieds—think digital cork boards where small ranchers and backyard smokers advertise bulk cuts. Browsing the curated listings over at One Night Affair’s Tulare backpage section can surface flash sales on brisket, turkey breast, or even whole hogs that never hit big-box circulars, giving you slicer-worthy meat at rock-bottom prices.

    A Quick Word on Models and Extras

    I use the Chef’sChoice 615A. The stock blade is serrated. If you plan on cheese or very thin meats, the smooth blade is worth it. I also use a cut-proof glove from NoCry when I clean. It’s not required, but it keeps me calm. If you want the official spec sheet and every listed feature in one place, there’s a concise breakdown that covers all the bells and whistles.

    Final Call: Would I Buy It Again?

    Yes. I reach for it every week. Is it perfect? No. The clean-up slows me down, and I had to buy the extra blade. But the control, the thin slices, the money saved—that stuff matters. My sandwiches taste like the deli I loved as a kid. My kitchen smells like Sunday cooking, even on a Tuesday.

    And that little hum from the motor? It means lunch is sorted. That

  • Deckle Meat: My Juicy, Messy, Honest Take

    I’ll be real. I first heard “deckle” at a deli counter. The guy asked, “Lean or deckle?” I said deckle. He smirked like I passed a test.

    That sandwich was rich, warm, and a little wild. After that, I had to cook it at home. And I did. A few ways. Some wins. Some oops moments.

    So… what is deckle meat?

    Short answer: the fatty cap on beef.

    • On brisket, the deckle is the fatty, point end. It’s the juicy part folks use for burnt ends.
    • Some butchers also call the ribeye cap “deckle.” That’s the soft, rolled piece around a ribeye. It’s crazy tender.

    If you want a quick mainstream explainer, this Yahoo piece breaks down what “deckle” means in plain language.

    Both are rich. Both can be magic. If you treat them right. I did a whole write-up breaking down every fold of fat and flavor in my juicy, messy, honest take on deckle meat if you want the nitty-gritty.

    If you want to geek out on every cut that carries a cap of fat, this quick primer on Hats of Meat lays it out with diagrams and plain-talk tips.

    My first bite: the deli test

    I tried a deckle cut at Schwartz’s in Montreal on a trip. Warm rye. Yellow mustard. Fat that melted like butter. The bark was salty and peppery. I had meat on my face and didn’t care.

    But it’s heavy. After half a sandwich, I needed a break and a walk. Worth it, though. My hands smelled like smoke and pepper all day. Not mad about it.

    Home try #1: Smoked brisket deckle (burnt ends)

    I bought a brisket point (the deckle side) from my local shop. About 5 pounds. Thick fat, but not crazy.

    • Trimmed a little fat, left a lot.
    • Salt and black pepper, heavy. That’s it.
    • Smoked on my Weber kettle with Kingsford briquettes and a few chunks of oak. Kept it near 250°F.
    • Pulled at 203°F in the thick spot, using my Thermapen.

    Brisket point is just one of the cuts I love to smoke; I put together a rundown of the best meats to smoke when you want consistent, crowd-pleasing results.

    I cubed it, sauced it lightly, and put the cubes back on the grill for 45 minutes. Burnt ends. The edges went sticky. The inside stayed soft.

    Friends ate them with fingers. We stood by the grill and didn’t talk much. That’s a good sign.

    What went wrong? Grease flare-ups. I set the pan wrong and got a small fire. Saved it, but a few pieces tasted bitter. Lesson learned: use a drip pan and keep the fat away from flame.

    Home try #2: Ribeye cap (also called deckle) in a pan

    This one felt fancy. I found ribeye cap steaks tied with butcher’s twine. Pricey, but hey, date night at home.

    • Salted for an hour in the fridge.
    • Sear in a hot Lodge cast iron with a tiny bit of oil.
    • Basted with butter, garlic, and thyme near the end.
    • Rested 8 minutes. Slice across the grain.

    I actually cribbed some tips from this step-by-step ribeye cap guide that walks you through temps and techniques.

    This was silly tender. Like steak-flavored butter. The crust snapped. The middle was rosy and soft. We ate it with a baked potato, and I kept saying, “Wow,” like a broken record.

    But it is rich. I couldn’t eat a big one. Small portions worked best.

    What I loved

    • Flavor: Deep beef taste. Sweet fat. Pepper bark.
    • Texture: Soft, almost custard-like in the best way.
    • Simple prep: Salt, pepper, heat. Let the fat do the work.
    • Party food: Burnt ends disappear fast. People act shy, then go back for more.

    What bugged me

    • Price: Ribeye cap costs a lot. Brisket point is cheaper, but still not a budget cut lately.
    • Mess: Fat drips. Grills flare. Pans smoke up the kitchen.
    • Richness: Easy to overeat, then you need a nap.
    • Sourcing: Some shops call it deckle, some don’t. You might have to ask.

    Looking for something that still packs beefy flavor but won't hammer your wallet? Give flap meat a shot—it's versatile and far easier on the budget.

    Little tips I wish I knew sooner

    • Ask the butcher: “Do you have brisket point or ribeye cap?” Keep it simple.
    • Keep a drip pan under the meat when smoking. Saves your cook.
    • Don’t trim all the fat. Trim a little. Let it render.
    • Rest your meat. Ten minutes helps the juices calm down.
    • Slice across the grain. It matters, especially on the point.
    • Balance the plate. Pickles, slaw, or a sharp salad cut the richness. Even a squeeze of lemon helps.

    If you're hungry for real-time pointers from seasoned home-cooking pros—especially moms who’ve been serving up brisket for decades—you can hop into the live chat rooms at InstantChat MILF, where a friendly community dishes out quick advice, recipe tweaks, and plenty of encouragement for your next deckle adventure.

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    Gear that helped

    • Weber kettle for smoke days; Traeger Pro 575 when I wanted it easy.
    • Thermapen for temp checks. Takes out the guesswork.
    • Lodge cast iron for a hard sear.
    • Foil, butcher paper, and a cheap drip pan.

    Who should try deckle meat?

    • Folks who love bold beef.
    • Home cooks who like slow smoking or hot sears.
    • People who entertain. It’s a crowd-pleaser.

    And if melt-in-your-mouth texture is your thing, you might fall hard for beef cheek—it surprised me in the best way.

    Who might skip it? If you want lean, clean, low-fat meat, this isn’t your cut.

    Final bite

    Deckle meat is big flavor with big feelings. It can be messy. It can be rich. But when it hits, it hits hard. My best moments were simple—salt, pepper, steady heat, and friends nearby.

    Will I buy it again? Yep. Not every week. But for a rainy Sunday smoke or a small steak night? I’m in. And you know what? I still think about that first deli sandwich. Mustard. Warm bread. Fat that melts. That’s the memory that keeps me coming back.

  • Guinea Fowl Meat: My Straight-From-the-Kitchen Take

    Note: This is a creative first-person narrative review meant for entertainment.

    I’ll be real—my first taste of guinea fowl felt like meeting chicken’s cooler cousin. The meat was lean, tender, and a bit wild in a good way. Not strong. More like, “Oh hey, there’s a hint of woods here.” My brain went, yep, this is fancy dinner food, but it still feels like home. (Food pros rave about its tender, dark flesh and distinctive flavor, somewhere between chicken and pheasant.) For the complete play-by-play of my kitchen experiments with this bird, peek at my full breakdown here.

    How I cooked it (three real-world ways)

    • Whole bird, quick roast: I butterflied the bird (spatchcock—just cut out the backbone with kitchen shears), rubbed it with olive oil, garlic, thyme, and lemon zest. I used a Lodge cast-iron pan. Oven at 425°F. About 40 minutes. I pulled it when the thickest part hit 160°F on my ThermoWorks Thermapen, then let it rest. Skin? Glassy crisp. Meat? Juicy but not greasy.

    • Breasts, pan-seared: Simple is best here. Salt, pepper, a touch of smoked paprika. Hot pan, a little ghee. Sear 3 minutes each side, then into a 375°F oven for 6 to 8 minutes. I tossed in a knob of butter, a smashed garlic clove, and some thyme. Quick pan sauce with a splash of dry white wine and chicken stock. It clung to the meat like a cozy sweater.

    • Legs, gentle braise: Legs can run tough if rushed. I browned them, then simmered with hard cider, shallots, Dijon, and a bay leaf. About an hour and a half on low. The meat slid right off the bone. It smelled like fall.

    You know what? The bird doesn’t forgive overcooking. Go gentle. It’s lean. (Its lean nature makes it susceptible to drying out if overcooked, so careful preparation is essential.)

    Flavor and texture, in plain talk

    • Taste: Between chicken and pheasant. Clean, a little nutty, a little woodsy.
    • Texture: Firm but tender. Not mushy. Not fatty.
    • Skin: Thin, crisps fast. It’s like bacon’s polite cousin.
    • Bones: Small and a bit fussy when carving, but manageable.

    Little things I loved

    • It makes weeknight dinner feel like a tiny bistro special.
    • It drinks up herbs—rosemary and thyme sing here.
    • It pairs with sweet things: roasted grapes, apricot glaze, or apples.
    • It takes well to pan sauces. Butter plus stock plus a splash of wine. Done.

    Things that bugged me

    • Price is higher than chicken. My wallet squeaked a bit.
    • It dries fast if you get chatty and forget the timer.
    • It’s not at every store. I’ve seen it at specialty butchers and sometimes at Whole Foods. D’Artagnan sells it too. Fresh is rare; frozen shows up more.

    If availability ever drives you to try something even more unconventional, check out the time I tackled squirrel meat in my own kitchen—it was a wild ride in the best way.

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    Quick tips so you don’t curse at dinner

    • Pat it dry. Season well. Let it sit out 20 minutes before cooking.
    • High heat helps the skin, but watch the clock.
    • Pull breasts around 155–160°F; rest them so juices settle.
    • For legs, go slow. Braise or confit-style helps.
    • Salt the pan sauce enough. Bland sauce makes the bird seem bland, and it’s not.

    A small, happy detour

    I served it with polenta one night. Just soft, buttery polenta with a rain of Parm. I spooned the pan sauce over both. A friend said, “Is this… chicken?” I laughed and said, “Close, but not boring.” We passed a jar of grainy mustard like it was liquid gold. Funny how mustard wakes the dish right up.

    Gear that helped (not required, but handy)

    • Lodge cast-iron skillet for the sear.
    • A Dutch oven (mine’s Le Creuset) for braises.
    • A fast-read thermometer. Mine’s a Thermapen. Lifesaver.
    • Maldon salt for a flaky finish. Fancy? A little. Worth it.

    Who should give it a go

    • You like chicken but want more flavor without going gamey.
    • You enjoy cooking with herbs and simple pan sauces.
    • You’re cool with a smaller bird and careful timing.
    • You’re hosting and want “wow” without a three-hour saga.
    • If portion size or plate real estate is a factor, you might fall for quail—scope my hands-on, honest take for inspiration.

    Price and where I found it

    It ran pricier than a whole chicken—think special-occasion range. I’ve had luck with specialty butchers, farmers’ markets now and then, and online sellers like D’Artagnan.
    For regional treasure hunts, say you’re cruising through Bremerton in Washington state and want to sniff out hyper-local poultry deals, check the bustling classifieds at Backpage Bremerton—users there regularly post niche food finds, cottage-law vendors, and last-minute farm-gate sales that rarely make it onto mainstream platforms.
    Frozen ships well with dry ice. Thaw it in the fridge for a day. If you’re hunting for more sourcing tips, swing by my guide on Hats of Meat; it breaks down reputable farms and online shops in plain language.

    My go-to seasoning sets

    • Cozy fall: thyme, rosemary, lemon zest, black pepper, butter.
    • Bistro feel: herbes de Provence, garlic, white wine, a touch of cream.
    • Sweet-savory: apricot jam, Dijon, cider vinegar, and a butter finish.

    One simple weeknight plan

    • Sear seasoned breasts in a hot skillet with ghee.
    • Finish in the oven till 160°F.
    • Deglaze the pan with white wine; add a splash of stock and a pat of butter.
    • Serve with roasted carrots and a handful of arugula dressed in lemon.

    Dinner done. It tastes fancy. It eats easy.

    Final take

    Guinea fowl meat feels special without being fussy. It’s lean, bright, and a little wild. It needs care, yes, but not stress. Keep an eye on the temp, give it good herbs, and let butter finish the sauce. If you’re bored of chicken, this bird might be your new quiet flex. I’d make it again—no question.

  • I Ran a Deli Counter With a Commercial Meat Slicer — Here’s What Actually Happened

    You know what? A good slicer can make or break a rush. I learned that the hard way on a packed Saturday. I was running a small sandwich shop, with stacks of ham, roast beef, and a line that did not stop. My main tool: a Hobart 2612 slicer. Big blade. Heavy body. A bit bossy, to be honest.
    I recorded the play-by-play of that baptism-by-fire in a longer field diary—take a look at the full deli-counter chronicle over on Hats of Meat.

    The one I used, and where

    We had a Hobart 2612 on our counter. It’s a manual slicer with a 12-inch blade. It’s not cute. It’s a tank. I also did a few weeks on a Globe G12 in a food truck. Same idea, lighter feel. I liked the Hobart more for big jobs, but I’ll admit the Globe was easier to move.
    For a deeper dive into how different slicer models stack up in real-world kitchens, swing by the comparison charts on Hats of Meat.

    Day one: thick ham, then paper-thin

    My first shift on the Hobart, I sliced a full log of smoked ham. Then I set the dial half a notch at a time, till I hit that nice deli thin. You could read the label through it. We used that for pressed Cubans. For the roast beef, I went a touch thicker, so it didn’t fall apart. For provolone, super thin so it draped like a ribbon. That little dial became my best friend. One click changed the whole feel of a sandwich.

    There’s a sweet spot for salami. Too thin, it tears. Too thick, it chews like a tire. I found it after two tries and a deep sigh. Customers noticed. They always do.
    If the science of salami thickness fascinates you too, dive into my slice-by-slice tasting notes in this in-depth review: Salami and Me.

    Power and speed — but also control

    This thing didn’t stall. Even on cold, dense turkey breast. The carriage glided. If I kept the blade sharp (and I did), it sliced clean with no chatter lines. I could push out piles fast. I once cut 30 pounds of ham in under 20 minutes for a church lunch. My shoulder felt it, but the slicer didn’t.

    Here’s the thing: speed is nice. But control is better. If I rushed the pass, I got ridges. Slow and steady, I got smooth sheets. That’s the trick. Let the blade work. Your hands guide. Don’t force it. When I needed to fine-tune carriage tension or diagnose a wobble, I cracked open the detailed factory service manual, and those exploded-view diagrams saved the day.

    Noise and size

    It hummed, not screamed. You could talk over it, but you still knew it was on. The machine weighed about as much as a big kid. It didn’t slide. It didn’t bounce. That mattered when the counter got wet. Rubber feet kept it steady.

    Would I put this on a home counter? No. It’s too big. For a deli, café, or truck kitchen, yes. It fits, but you’ll give up some space.
    If you want to see what it’s actually like to keep a smaller slicer in a regular kitchen, check out my week-long home trial here: My Kitchen, My Deli.

    Safety talk (from a person who got cocky once)

    I wore a cut glove on my off hand. The guard helped, but the glove saved my knuckle one morning when a heel of cheddar got slick. I was wiping down the blade and got lazy. That tiny sting? It scared me straight. Now I move slow around the blade and never reach under the guard.

    The kill switch is big and red. Use it. If anything feels off, stop. Clear the meat. Turn it off. Then breathe.

    Cleaning — the real part no one loves

    I won’t lie. Cleaning is the chore. But a clean slicer makes better food, and it keeps folks safe.

    My routine:

    • I unplugged it.
    • I brushed off crumbs and meat bits.
    • I slid off the carriage and food tray.
    • I wiped the blade with hot, soapy water using a long handle pad. Always from the center out.
    • I rinsed and sprayed on sanitizer.
    • I air dried parts on a rack, then reassembled.

    On a normal day, it took me 12 to 15 minutes. If you want the factory’s exact procedure, the official Hobart operator’s manual spells it all out in diagrams and safety callouts. After slicing raw bacon (rare for us), I did a full reset before touching cheese or turkey. That cross-contact risk is real. And by the way, a dull blade makes more mess and more time. Sharpen often. The Hobart’s built-in sharpener did fine, but I still sent the blade out once a year.

    What I loved

    • Consistent cuts: The thickness dial was steady. No weird drift.
    • Strong motor: No stalls on big blocks or cold starts.
    • Easy glide: The carriage slid smooth, even after a long morning.
    • Built like a brick: It felt safe and solid. Less wobble, more trust.

    What bugged me

    • Weight: Moving it for deep clean days was a two-person job.
    • Blade guard latch: On ours, it sometimes stuck. I had to wiggle it. Not fun with gloves on.
    • Cheese smear: Warm cheddar smeared unless I cooled the block or paused. Not a deal breaker, but I had to plan for it.
    • Training curve: New staff wanted to push too fast. We lost a few slices till they got the feel.

    Real shifts where it mattered

    • Holiday trays: I sliced 12 pounds of salami and capicola to near translucent. The edge stayed clean. No ragged fat. The tray looked pro.
    • Lunch rush: Two of us worked the same slicer, back to back. Ham, turkey, provolone, back to ham. We wiped between proteins. No flavor bleed.
    • Food truck night: The Globe G12 held up, but the Hobart is the one I’d choose for a big crowd. Less chatter. Fewer jams.

    Who should buy this kind of slicer

    • Busy deli or café: You’ll use it all day. It can keep up.
    • Caterers: For party trays and even veggie slicing (zucchini chips, yes).
    • Food trucks: If you have the space and power, it helps prep go fast.

    If you’re just making sandwiches at home, get a smaller unit. This is more machine than you need.

    Quick tips I wish I knew sooner

    • Chill your meat and cheese. Cold product slices cleaner.
    • Don’t skip the heel pusher. It keeps fingers safe and pressure even.
    • Give the blade a quick wipe after cheese. It stops smear on the next pass.
    • Sharpen before a big job, not after.
    • Label the dial settings you like. A tiny piece of tape saved me time.

    Little quirks that grew on me

    The hum became a rhythm. The click of the dial felt like a metronome. I knew when the blade was right by the sound and the curl of the slice. That’s nerdy, I know. But it made my day smoother.

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    Final take

    I trust the Hobart 2612 for real work. It’s strong, steady, and clean when you treat it right. It’s not perfect, and it’s not light. But it turned piles of meat and cheese into neat stacks, fast, with the kind of pride you can taste.

    Would I buy one again for a busy shop? Yes. Would I lug it into my home kitchen? Not a chance. But for a deli line, this thing earns its space, slice after slice.

  • I Cooked Pheasant Meat. Here’s What I Learned (And Ate)

    I’m Kayla, and I actually cooked pheasant at home. Twice, to be honest. I wanted something cozy for fall, like a cabin meal without the cabin. So I tried a whole pheasant from D’Artagnan first. Later, I made boneless breasts from MacFarlane Pheasants. Two birds. Two moods. Lots of butter.

    Finding the bird

    The whole bird came frozen. It was about 2.5 pounds, which looked small next to a chicken. I thawed it in the fridge for a day and a half. No rush. The breasts came fresh from a specialty market in town. They were pale pink and lean, with almost no fat. They looked shy, if meat can look shy.

    Price? Not cheap. The whole pheasant was around the cost of a nice steak. The breasts were a little less per pound but still a treat, not a weekly habit.
    If you’re searching for a straightforward, step-by-step primer before you dive in, this state resource on how to prepare and cook pheasant meat walks you through thawing, trimming, and target temps for safe, juicy results.
    For an entertaining deep-dive into all kinds of lesser-known proteins, I spent a hilarious half hour scrolling through Hats of Meat and came away with even more game ideas.

    If guinea fowl has ever sparked your curiosity, you can get a cook-tested rundown in this straight-from-the-kitchen guinea fowl meat review. And for something smaller yet surprisingly flavorful, this hands-on quail meat take shows how quick those palm-sized birds can hit the table.

    My first try: cozy roast night

    I brined the whole bird first. Simple brine: water, kosher salt, a spoon of sugar, a smashed clove of garlic, and a little apple cider. It sat in the fridge for 6 hours. Then I patted it dry. I tucked thyme under the skin, rubbed soft butter all over, and set strips of thick bacon on top. That’s called barding; it helps a lean bird stay moist. I used my big Lodge cast-iron skillet because I trust it like an old friend.

    I roasted at 400°F. I checked with my ThermoWorks ThermoPop. When the breast hit 165°F, I pulled it. The kitchen smelled like pine and apples. The bacon got crisp. The butter hissed. It felt like Sunday.

    I let the bird rest on a cutting board. Five minutes. Maybe seven. I made a quick pan sauce with the drippings: a splash of chicken stock, a little Dijon, and a pat of butter. I whisked it right in the skillet. Nothing fancy, but the bits on the pan (that fond) did the heavy lifting.

    The taste test

    Pheasant tastes like chicken’s athletic cousin. The breast was mild but not bland. Clean. The leg meat had a bigger, deeper flavor, almost like dark turkey meat. My fork didn’t sink in like it does with a fat chicken thigh. Pheasant is lean, so the bite is a little firm. Not tough when cooked right, but firm. That’s honest.

    My husband asked for seconds. My teenager ate the bacon first, because of course. We served it with wild rice and roasted carrots. The sauce tied it together, and I liked how the thyme peeked through. I kept thinking, I could make this for a cold night when the windows fog up.

    Round two: quick weeknight skillet

    The boneless breasts cooked fast. I soaked them in buttermilk for one hour (grandma trick). It softens the meat and calms any gamey notes. I seasoned with salt, pepper, and a tiny pinch of smoked paprika.

    Hot skillet, a spoon of oil, then the breasts went in. Three minutes per side, then a knob of butter and a squeeze of lemon. I checked the temp. Hit 165°F. Rested them on a plate and tossed a handful of sliced mushrooms into the same pan with a little stock. Everything took under 20 minutes. On a weeknight, that matters.

    Flavor? Bright and clean with the lemon. The mushrooms brought a cozy, woodsy thing. I liked it more than basic chicken breast, which sometimes tastes like air if I’m not careful.

    What I loved

    • The smell while it roasts. Warm, herby, welcome.
    • The way a simple sauce lifts it.
    • How quick the breasts cook. Dinner in a blink.
    • It feels special. Company-worthy without the stress.

    What bugged me

    • It can dry out fast. Like, blink and it goes from perfect to “meh.”
    • Portions are small. A whole bird feeds two, maybe three.
    • Price can sting. This is a treat meal.
    • Wild pheasant (I had one at a friend’s cabin last winter) can have the odd shot pellet. Chew slow. That memory sticks.

    Small tips that saved me

    • Brine if you can. Even a short brine helps. Salted water loves lean meat.
    • Bacon or butter helps. Fat is your friend here.
    • Don’t skip a thermometer. Guessing leads to dry meat. 165°F is your finish line.
    • Rest the meat. Juices settle, and you’ll taste the difference.
    • Sauce the skillet. A splash of stock, a dab of mustard, and butter. Done.

    Flavor notes, straight up

    • Mild but not bland.
    • Slightly sweet, clean finish.
    • Dark meat tastes richer than the breast.
    • Good with thyme, sage, or juniper. Apple or pear works too.
    • Likes acid: lemon, cider vinegar, or a spoon of Dijon.
    • Curious about macros? Check out this concise pheasant meat nutrition breakdown for the protein, fat, and vitamin stats.

    One small curveball: leftover test

    Leftovers were okay, not great. The breast meat got a bit dry when reheated. I sliced it thin and warmed it in a pot with stock. Then I tucked it into a crusty roll with Swiss cheese and a smear of whole-grain mustard. That little sandwich? A win. But plain nuked slices? Not my favorite.

    A seasonal side path

    I tried a sheet pan with halved Brussels sprouts, apple wedges, and a handful of cranberries. Tossed with oil and salt. The berries popped and made tiny sauce pearls. With pheasant, it felt like late fall in one bite. You know what? I might make that even without the bird.

    Who should try it

    • You like cooking and want a small project.
    • You enjoy lean meat with real bite.
    • You get bored with chicken and want a little story on the plate.
    • You have a dinner guest who likes “something different” but not too wild.

    If you hate any hint of game flavor, start with breasts, not a wild bird. If you love duck, go for legs or thighs if you can find them.

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    Gear I used and liked

    • Lodge cast-iron skillet for sear and roast.
    • ThermoWorks ThermoPop for temps.
    • Kitchen twine for the whole bird (I trussed it loose).
    • Fine mesh strainer so my pan sauce stayed smooth.

    Quick recipes I’d repeat

    • Simple roast: brined bird, butter, thyme, bacon, 400°F to 165°F, pan sauce with stock and Dijon.
    • Weeknight skillet: buttermilk soak, fast sear, lemon butter, mushrooms in the same pan.

    Both felt doable. Both tasted like I planned more than I did.

    If you want to see how another home cook handled similar cuts, this extra pheasant adventure dives into different prep ideas that might spark your next round in the kitchen.

    Final take

    Pheasant meat made dinner feel like a story. It asks for care, and it gives you flavor back. It’s lean, so treat it gentle. Use salt. Use butter. Make a little sauce. I’d buy it again for a fall meal or a small holiday table when I don’t want a giant turkey and a giant nap.

    Would I cook it every week? No. But on a cold night, with wild rice and a glass of cider, it hits the spot. And that’s the truth from my kitchen to yours.

  • Tasajo Meat: My Honest Take After Many Meals

    I’m Kayla, and I cook for friends a lot. I tried tasajo meat because my neighbor from Oaxaca swore by it. Then a Cuban friend showed me a totally different way to use it. Two paths. Same name. Wild, right?

    For a concise, no-frills primer on what tasajo actually is, the Wikipedia entry breaks down its origins and variations.

    Let me explain.

    So… what is tasajo?

    It’s salted beef. Sometimes it’s thin and fresh, like a seasoned steak (Oaxacan style). Sometimes it’s dried and very salty and needs a long soak (Cuban style). Both hit that salty, beefy note. But they cook very different.
    Think of the Oaxacan version as tasajo's cousin to cecina—thin, quick-cooking, and deeply seasoned.
    If you’re curious how a Cuban kitchen preps and serves the dried version, Marabú Restaurant’s guide walks through the soaking, shredding, and final seasoning.
    For a deeper look at tasajo’s history and regional twists, the folks at HatsofMeat break it down beautifully. Their even more detailed field report on the cut—my honest take after many meals—is where I picked up half these tricks.

    My first bite

    My first taste was Oaxacan tasajo from my local Mexican market. The butcher sliced it thin, like a big sheet. I tossed it on my Lodge cast-iron pan until the edges crisped. The smell was smoky and a little sweet. I folded it into a tlayuda with beans, cheese, and lettuce. Did it make me smile? Yep.

    Later, I tried Cuban-style tasajo that came dried and stiff. It looked like beef jerky’s serious cousin. If you geek out on chew tests, their roundup of which meats actually make the best jerky goes deep on texture. I soaked it, changed the water, then simmered it. After that, I shredded it and cooked it with onions, peppers, and a splash of sour orange. It tasted bold. Salty, but deep.

    How I cooked it (two ways that worked)

    Oaxacan-style (thin, salted steak):

    • Pat the meat dry.
    • Light oil on both sides. Not much.
    • Hot pan or grill (I used a Weber kettle once). About 2 to 3 minutes per side.
    • Rest it. Slice across the grain. This matters.
    • Squeeze lime. Done.

    Cuban-style (dried, very salty):

    • Soak 12 to 24 hours. Change the water a few times.
    • Simmer in fresh water for 60 to 90 minutes, until tender.
    • Pull it apart with forks.
    • Sauté with onions, garlic, peppers. I added a touch of tomato paste and cumin.
    • Finish with lime or sour orange. Salt? Usually not needed.

    Tools I used: cast-iron skillet, kitchen shears, tongs, a cheap rice cooker (for steady simmer), and a ThermoWorks thermometer to keep the heat steady.

    Real meals I made

    • Tlayuda night: crisp tortilla, refried black beans, tasajo strips, queso, lettuce, avocado. Hot sauce on the side.
    • Breakfast tacos: leftover tasajo, scrambled eggs, pico, a little crema. Fast and friendly.
    • Rice with tasajo: Cuban-style shredded tasajo, white rice, sweet plantains, and onions. Sunday comfort.
    • Salpicon salad: cooled tasajo bits, chopped tomato, red onion, cilantro, lime, and a tiny splash of olive oil.

    I should mention: the same taco night that sold me on tasajo got an upgrade later when I swapped in ultra-tender cachete meat. Different cut, same crowd-pleasing vibe.

    What I loved

    • Big flavor with little effort. It’s salty in a good way, like bacon’s cousin.
    • It cooks fast (Oaxacan) or keeps well (Cuban, after soaking).
    • Great for parties. It feeds a crowd and holds up on a buffet.
    • It plays nice with beans, rice, tortillas, and plantains.

    That beef-forward punch also scratches the same itch as a well-rendered deckle cut; both drip flavor without a ton of fuss.

    What bugged me

    • Salt. Did I mention salt? If you’re watching sodium, be careful.
    • It can get chewy if you skip the soak or slice with the grain.
    • The dried kind smells strong while soaking. Not bad—just… beefy.
    • Price swings. Some cuts cost more than regular steak. And some packs have more fat than you expect.

    Little things that made a big difference

    • Slice across the grain. It changes the chew from “hmm” to “hey!”
    • Lime or sour orange at the end. Bright cuts salty. Magic trick.
    • Rest your meat a few minutes. Juices settle. Texture feels better.
    • If it’s still too salty, add potato to the simmer. It absorbs some salt. Then toss the potato.
    • For Oaxacan style, don’t overcook. Two minutes too long turns it tough.

    Who should try it?

    • Folks who like beef jerky, carne asada, or smoky BBQ.
    • Home cooks who want big flavor fast.
    • People who meal prep. It reheats well and stays tasty.
    • Fans of loose-grain flap meat who crave crusty edges.

    Who should pass? Anyone on a low-salt plan or who hates strong savory smells in the kitchen.

    Taste notes, plain and simple

    • Oaxacan: salty, beefy, a little smoky if grilled. Thin and crisp at the edges.
    • Cuban (rehydrated): rich, meaty, deep. Like a salty pot roast you can shred.

    A quick day plan that worked for me

    Saturday lunch: grill Oaxacan tasajo on cast-iron, slice, and make tacos.
    Saturday dinner: toss extra tasajo over a salad with lime.
    Sunday: simmer Cuban-style tasajo, shred, and serve with rice and sweet plantains. Leftovers become Monday lunch.

    My verdict

    Tasajo tastes like a shortcut to flavor. It’s not gentle. It’s bold. On busy nights, I love it. On salty days, I don’t. But I keep a pack in the freezer and a dried slab in the pantry. When friends come over, it’s a win.

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    Would I buy it again? Yes—especially for cookouts, game days, and simple weeknight tacos. Just bring the limes. And maybe a fan for that soak.

  • Meat Rabbit Breeds I’ve Raised: What Worked, What Flopped, and What I’d Buy Again

    I’m Kayla, and I raise meat rabbits on a small homestead. I’ve tried fancy fur buns, hard-charging fryers, and one buck so big I named him Moose. I’ve kept notes. I’ve weighed kits. I’ve cried over a few losses and cheered more than a few litters. Here’s what actually happened in my hutches. For the full photo-heavy rundown—including my weigh sheets and pelt grades—you can jump to the long-form post on my site: everything I’ve learned about meat rabbit breeds.

    If you want to compare my hands-on results with broader extension-style data, check out the free PDF, A Complete Handbook on Backyard and Commercial Rabbit Production; it walks through breed traits, feed conversion, and housing with charts that echo many of the numbers in my notebook.

    What I look for (and why it matters)

    • Fast growth to 10–12 weeks
    • Calm moms, big litters, good milk
    • Dress-out around half the live weight
    • Heat or cold tolerance (we swing from humid summers to icy snaps)
    • Easy to source, easy to handle, easy to feed

    You know what? Cute is nice. But steady growth and clean cages save time and money.

    My setup, quick and plain

    I use wire cages and a small tractor on grass when the weather plays nice. I feed 16–18% pellet (Purina or Manna Pro), hay, and fresh water on nipples. I keep a scale on a hook. I cull late growers. It sounds harsh. It keeps the line strong.

    New Zealand White — the dependable workhorse

    If you start here, you’ll be fine.

    • Real story: In April 2024 my doe, Blanca, kindled 10. She weaned 9. At 10 weeks the kits ran 4.8–5.2 lb on pellets and hay. Dress-out was 2.6–3.0 lb. Calm, even in storms.
    • Pros: Big litters, fast gain, easy to find, sweet moms.
    • Cons: Not fancy; some lines get lazy in heat.

    I keep coming back to them. They just get it done.

    Californian — the muscle maker

    I use a Cali buck for crosses. He stamps the kits with thick shoulders.

    • Real story: My buck, Cisco, threw litters of 8–10 with two different NZ does last summer. At 9 weeks, the cross kits hit 4.2–4.6 lb. Meat was mild and tender.
    • Pros: Great growth, great hybrid vigor with NZ.
    • Cons: Can be jumpy; not my calmest handlers.

    If you want meat fast, NZ x Cali is a strong lane.

    TAMUK Composite — built for heat

    Hot July? Fans on high? These guys keep eating.

    • Real story: July 2024 hit 98°F for a week. My TAMUK doe still fed 8 well. At 10 weeks, kits averaged 4.6 lb. No heat stress signs, just long ears and steady munching.
    • Pros: Heat hardy, solid moms, good feed conversion.
    • Cons: Harder to find pure lines in some areas.

    I reach for TAMUK when the forecast screams.

    Silver Fox — the steady mother with pretty pelts

    They’re chill. They foster like champs.

    • Real story: My doe, Maple, took on four extra NZ kits after a first-time mom failed. She raised 12 total. Growth was a tad slower: 12 weeks at 5.0–5.5 lb, dress-out about 2.7–3.1 lb. Great in cold wind.
    • Pros: Gentle, good milk, pelts tan well.
    • Cons: Slower to finish than NZ/Cali lines.

    If you value fur and mothering, they’re a joy.

    Champagne d’Argent — silver grace and rich flavor

    Starts dark, silvers with age. Meat tastes clean and mild.

    • Real story: A June 2023 litter of 8. By 12 weeks, most hit about 5.2 lb. Dress-out around 3.0 lb. My best fryer from this line made the crispest confit I’ve ever done.
    • Pros: Beautiful hide, nice carcass, easy temper.
    • Cons: Not the fastest at 8 weeks; shines closer to 12.

    I keep a pair for the table and the craft bin.

    Rex — plush fur, small frames, sweet pets that still feed you

    Not a classic meat breed, but they work on small lots.

    • Real story: My broken black Rex doe raised 6 steady. At 12 weeks they landed 4.5–5.0 lb. Meat was tender. Fur? Like velvet, obviously.
    • Pros: Quiet, great fur, decent meat for tiny spaces.
    • Cons: Smaller litters, slower gain.

    I use Rex for specialty meals and winter hats.

    American Chinchilla — the sleeper hit

    They look old-school because they are. Thick, round, and useful.

    • Real story: Spring 2022, a litter of 9. At 11–12 weeks, weights ran 5.2–5.8 lb. Good dress-out, nice bone.
    • Pros: Cold hardy, sturdy bodies, good flavor.
    • Cons: Harder to source; some lines are shy.

    When I can find them, I keep them.

    Creme d’Argent and Cinnamon — friendly middleweights

    They behave well and raise decent pans.

    • Real story: My Cinnamon doe in March 2023 weaned 7; at 11 weeks they were 4.8–5.1 lb. Creme ran similar but a hair lighter.
    • Pros: Calm, nice color, good moms.
    • Cons: Not as quick as NZ/Cali; fine for homesteads, not for max output.

    They won’t wow you. They won’t fail you either.

    Flemish Giant — I love Moose, but he eats like a teen boy

    I tried a Flemish buck once. Big bones. Big bills.

    • Real story: “Moose” sired kits that looked huge by 10 weeks, but dress-out lagged. Lots of frame, not enough meat. Feed costs jumped. Cage space too.
    • Pros: Gentle giants; fun to show the kids.
    • Cons: Slow to finish, low efficiency, bigger cages.

    Fun? Yes. Great meat math? Not for me.

    Crosses that made me smile (and fed my freezer)

    • NZ White doe x Californian buck: 8–10 kits, 8–9 week fryers at 4.0–4.8 lb, mild taste.
    • NZ or Cali doe x TAMUK buck: better summer gains without babysitting the fans.
    • Silver Fox doe fostering NZ kits: saved a whole litter; no lag in growth.

    Hybrid vigor is real. My notebook proves it. For a quick side-by-side comparison of the most common fryer lines, Rabbit Meat Breeds: The Ultimate Beginner’s Guide lays out weights and temperaments in an easy chart you can keep on your phone at the feed store.

    Taste notes, simple and honest

    • Fryers (8–10 weeks): tender, pale, quick cook. Great for skillet meals and pressure canning.
    • Roasters (12–14 weeks): fuller flavor, holds up to slow braise, smoke, or stew.
    • Older culls: grind for sausages, chili, or pot pie. Don’t waste good protein.

    If you’d like to see how rabbit measures up against true wild game, read about the day I cooked squirrel meat so you don’t have to—though you just might want to try it after all: my full squirrel taste test is here.

    Season with mustard, thyme, and a splash of cider. You’ll thank me.

    Feed, space, and little lessons I paid for

    • A 16–18% pellet plus grass hay keeps gains steady. I add a pinch of black oil sunflower seeds in winter.
    • Clean wire floors and dry nests cut losses more than any fancy supplement.
    • Weigh your keepers. Don’t guess. A $20 scale pays back in one season.
    • Heat kills; shade and airflow matter. TAMUK helps, but fans still run.
    • Cold bites; Silver Fox and Chinchilla shrug it off with a thicker coat.

    By the way, after a long chore list that ends with checking nest boxes under a headlamp, the hutches can get mighty quiet. If you ever crave some grown-up conversation completely unrelated to feed conversion, you might appreciate this late-night resource—the Best Chat Line to Find Hot Sex—which compares trustworthy services, lists free trial minutes, and covers safety etiquette so you can unwind before the next dawn feeding. For those of us out on Colorado’s Front Range who’d rather swap the phone for an in-person meet-up after chores, the community listings at Backpage Greeley connect locals looking for casual company, giving you a quick way to trade rabbit talk for real-world conversation (or more) without driving all the way to Denver.

    I learned the hard