Needless to say, I didn't get my burger that night, but since we were grilling out for Mother's Day, hubs went to Fresh Market to get some good ground beef. It. was. DElicious. Later that night, I did my bi-monthly shopping and once again, picked up about 7 lbs of cheap meat. Because we were having spaghetti Monday night, I didn't freeze it that night. Monday rolls around, and I rip open the package, but I catch a glimpse of the label before it hits the trash:
Product of Canada, North America and Mexico.
Hmmmm. That is one heck of a well traveled cow. Right? Ew. The thought of ground beef is a little gross on it's own, but imagining that it is now made up of cows both here, north AND south of the border. Bleh. Maybe we'll cut it down to one square of toilet paper per person so we can splurge on meat that comes from the same time zone.