It’s time to replenish the meat supply around here. Mother Hubbard’s freezer compartment is almost bare. I found a package of some kind of meat with this cryptic label - “4-5 BF.” No doubt a gift from some hunter friend of Jerry’s. I thawed it out and sautéed it. It turned out to be some kind of spicy, ground-meat sausage. I made soup out of it, and it was delicious! Wonder what it was - exactly? I’m thinking the “BF” must stand for beef? But it could just as well be the hunter’s initials if they were dividing up meat at some hunting camp in the woods. I guess it could be anything from alligator to rattlesnake. Well, whatever. It was good!
