Sheesh, so the Saint Patrick’s Day Lamb attempt did NOT go well, I mean not AT ALL. And it’s all WalMart’s fault.
First, they always hide the lamb for some reason, even though far more upsetting meats such as tripe and beef tongue are on full and prominent display. So on my THIRD hunt through the meat department, I finally find the lamb and go on my merry way.
Cut to Saturday… when I merrily make up the Jameson’s-and-Honey marinade and prepare to begin the deliciousness. That’s when I opened up the lamb package… only to find…
Yes, a breast, not the expected and much-anticipated leg. Who the hell even knows what to do with a lamb breast? Even the interwebz were no help, everything just kept talking about what a “less-desirable” cut of meat it is and how you had to cook it really slow at low temperatures to make it even worth eating. So I tried that.
A short time later, a smell began to pervade the house that can only be described as… boiled taint. No, boiled HOBO taint. It was seriously so awful the cats wouldn’t go in the kitchen and I had to open the sliding door AND turn the air conditioner on to try to tamp it down some. Yesterday, Chuckweasel and I drove past a place where someone had hit a skunk on the road and I sweartaGAWD, it smelled better than that horrible devil meat.
So, in short, I did not get my Saint Patrick’s Day Lamb and I am pissed off about it. I may try again for Easter, but Imma prolly just say fuck it and get another Paula Deen ham. Paula never lets me down.