In the rare case I haven’t yet mentioned this here on my blog, I will now, and proudly so; Blaine, my husband, is a beef farmer, and a damn great one at that. I thought I would use this post as an opportunity to discuss how phenomenal he is with raising beef cattle for consumption, because, honestly, the man needs to hear some praise from someone other than myself all the time.
Blaine began his work in cattle at the ripe age of 14. He wasn’t terribly interested in farming or its affiliated work prior to this age, but once he and his family moved to his grandparent’s farm in Cathcart, his interest grew, and continued to do so long after his grandfather, unfortunately, passed away. Blaine’s grandfather, brother and mother have taught him most of what he knows about cattle and farming, and he has taught himself a significant amount of knowledge, too.
Aside from cattle, Blaine is also one hell of a hay farmer, and he knows his way around tobacco, too, because he worked on a few different tobacco farms when he was a teenager. The man is one of the hardest workers I’ve ever known, aside from my own father, and it isn’t too difficult to determine why I fell in love with Blaine’s work ethic rather quickly all those years ago.
I’m biased, but the ground beef from Blaine’s cattle operation is arguably the most flavourful I’ve ever had the pleasure of consuming, and his steaks are no exception to this quality, either. I’m extremely spoiled and privileged in the sense Blaine and I enjoy the beef from his own cattle several times a week, and I don’t know how many people are able to say the same.
Blaine is one hell of a man, and furthermore, one hell of a farmer. Let’s show him some love.
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