ground-beef

We plan to eat spaghetti for supper tonight (Easter-Sunday, April 8, 2007), so I took out a container of pre-made frozen spaghetti-sauce to thaw, and what was the final package of frozen ground-beef.
My wife dates each package for the freezer, and the date on the bag was May, 2006; which means the ground-beef lasted almost a year.
(Expect noisy blustering here that I ain’t eatin’ enough red meat.)
When we buy ground-beef, I buy 3-4 pounds of 98%. (More noisy blustering that I should be buying 90%, because after-all, as Linda’s 91-year-old mother in Floridy says: “a body needs grease!”)
We then cut the package into 10-or-more segments and freeze each segment — which is why it lasts as long as it does.
So each segment is about one-quarter to one-third a pound, enough for two of us in spaghetti or chili.
(More blustering here, that I should be PIGGING-OUT and glomming the entire 3-4 pound package in one sitting.)
We don’t eat ground-beef often; maybe once a month. (More noisy blustering here.)
It’s always mixed into chili or spaghetti, an infrequent weekend meal.
Other days it’s fish, poultry or soy. In fact, fish is twice a week.
We gave up pork; too heavy. (BLUSTERING ALERT!)
So I have to purchase another package of ground-beef; 3-4 pounds of 98% from mighty Weggers. That may last nearly a year too.

“Noisy blustering” comes from my all-knowing macho younger brother-in-Boston, who excoriates everything I do-or-say; like what I eat compared to what he eats — he weighs at least 100 pounds more than me.

“Linda” is my wife.

“Mighty Weggers” (Wegmans) is the supermarket where we buy ground-beef.