Now, since we are cheap college students, we always look for the manager's specials when it comes to meat. Typically because we plan on freezing it anyway. Well, what should we find in the manager's special case on Saturday but BEEF TONGUE and BEEF HOOVES. Now, we only got a picture of the tongue...but it still was pretty repulsive. There is no way that I would pay seven dollars for a cow tongue! What would you even use one for??
To quote Jo: "If it can taste me, I won't eat it. If it can see me, I won't eat it. If it can think about me, I won't eat it.....yet if it poops, I have no problem eating it."
Between the two of us, we ended up getting quite a few bags of groceries. Plus two gallons of milk and a box of yummy banbury cross donuts (my favorite!).
For those of you that haven't heard of the typical "mormon" tradition when it comes to groceries...let me explain it to you: "Load as many groceries on your arms. That way, you only have to make one trip into the house."
So that is what we attempted to do. Well, I got the brute of the load (because I have this complex. I think I have to beat everyone. It is genetic. Thanks Dad.) Well...let's just say that this resulted in some damage.
I got these weird blood marks under my skin. They aren't bruises... And I really am not that sure what they are. But oh well, at least I can now say that I got battle wounds going grocery shopping! That has to be a Kelsey first!