I’ve never cooked mutton before, never actually eaten it (although I liked lamb, the few times I’ve had it). I’ve never even seen it. Well, now I have! It looks like…meat.
I asked Father what cuts were in it and he said, “various”. We looked in the box and everything is labeled exactly the same (regardless of the shape of the cut): “lamb leg, trotters off”. They are hermetically sealed and have a USDA stamp on the wrapping. (Only mildly reassuring, depending on how much you trust the USDA).
[Hilarious interruption here: someone else just came by, not knowing the first person had come by, and delivered more…mutton!! Fortunately not as much as the first delivery.]
So here I am, instead of dusting and straightening and wiping down door frames, googling “how to cook mutton and/or lamb”, looking at diagrams of lamb cuts online, and generally panicking. We just weighed the box: 42 pounds. Lord have mercy. My mother-in-law will be here in two days to find the freezer full of frozen lamb and more defrosting in the fridge.
This is where I should be asking our Lebanese and Greek neighbors all over to a massive cookout in our back yard…except we don’t have any. Nor do we have a local butcher who can grind it up for us.
At least I still have my sense of humor.