The Kosher Omnivore's Dilemma

Seattle is a pretty tough town to keep kosher in -- or at least to be a kosher meat-eater in. There are no kosher meat restaurants in the city; the few that have opened in the past have gradually reduced their hours to impracticality and then folded. I don't think the kosher hot dogs at Costco really count, since there are questions about the buns, and there's the cheese/pepperoni pizza and non-kosher chicken being served right alongside it. There are no kosher butcher shops. A small handful of grocery stores (all more than 20-minute drives away from our house -- and that's when there isn't tons of snow like we've got right now) offer kosher butchers in-house. Typical grocery stores don't offer any pre-packaged kosher meats (heck, even kosher hot dogs are at times hard to find). Even Trader Joe's, which had started suddenly stocking a decent variety of pre-packaged beef and poultry, has more recently backed off their inventory.

It's against this backdrop that friends J and S mentioned a few months back that they were looking at going in on a kosher meat 'co-op', where you place somewhat large bulk orders for a monthly meat order that the co-op organizes. As these are bulk orders, J was looking for other people interested in splitting the results -- and we said sure, why not. But since it's possible (if not always practical) to get chicken and beef from those few grocery stores I'd mentioned, J wanted to order some of the more, er, exotic meats that the co-op offers: various kinds of bison and elk. Bison pastrami? Why not, and we placed the order -- a month or so later, it came in, and I came home from J's with a large box of meats to fill our freezer with.

Since then, we've cooked almost all of the meat, and it's been mostly quite good -- bison burgers, elk meatballs, elk burgers, bison meatballs... Okay, clearly my preparation options for ground beef are a bit limited. :) But only the elk steak, which only papa was brave enough to actually prepare during their recent visit, was disappointing -- not due to papa's preparation; the meat was just (what else but) gamey. Our only rule in this regard is that Meh doesn't really want to know what kind of animal it is before she eats it.

This is all a long-winded way towards setting up yesterday's lunch, where I pulled out the last package of our order of bison and made buffalo burgers for Meh and myself -- ostensibly under the fear that the snow and windstorm might knock out our power, so we should prepare our perishable foods. These burgers were particularly tasty with some fresh sage mixed in (leftover from the tasty turkey papa had made during their visit). As we try to do whenever we're actually eating at the same time as the little man, Meh cut a small piece and put it on Zachary's plate. He looked at us, grabbed the piece of burger, and actually ate it. Meh and I resisted the urge to cheer or otherwise be outwardly excited, but subsequent pieces offered to him went in the mouth as well -- it was great to see the little omnivorous man eating some mommy and daddy food and enjoying it.