calmloki
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Growing up on a dairy farm, periodically we'd have one of our cows slaughtered and keep the meat. So I grew up on a lot of beef (and raw unpasteurized milk). Lots of ground beef recipes.
Never really knew the details of it, like the breakdown of steaks/ground beef/weird parts. We didn't do much with the weird parts -- sis and I didn't even like liver. I think my mom tried making tongue soup at one point, but the smell drove her to throw it out.
+1, though my folks were trying to create a Hereford beef ranch - the good looking animals went to market, we ate 'ol grandma cow. Still remember that grey tongue sticking up out of the pot - and Mom trying (unsuccessfully) to sneak liver into recipes.