Beef Stew Meat, Tray, Family Pack, Fresh, 1.75 - 2.25 lb

This Ol' bachelor made a Vat-O-Stew for me and mine with the meat. Used a lot of the other products I rated and bought. Canned: peas, carrots, new potatoes, diced mushrooms, and; sliced celery stalks, green onions, whole white onions, sliced, minced garlic and beef bullion cubes and argus corn starch. That's a whole heck of a lot of other products plugged for "W"! Oh, and water from the tap! The only caution is make sure you really cook the meat a long, long time. Otherwise you'll be saying this old guy is nuts with his ratings for this meat.

I was half expecting a photo of a bovine clan in matching sweaters when I saw the label ‘Family Pack'. The packaging never clarified whether this is a nuclear family of calves, a cow-cousin extended clan, or some sort of bovine commune. I imagined tiny cow-babies holding hands, but the only thing I actually got was a solid block of meat that could have been the patriarch, matriarch, or just a random cousin. When I finally dropped the thing into a pot, the stew turned out surprisingly tender - like the meat had been whispered sweet nothings by a grandma before being tossed in the broth. It held together better than my last attempt at a salad, which, let's be honest, is a low bar for cohesion. The protein content was impressive, making me feel like I'd adopted a whole herd in a single sitting. No lettuce leaves or cucumber crunch here, just pure, unadulterated meaty goodness. One thing to note: this isn't a salad, and it definitely doesn't contain potatoes. If you were hoping for a veg-heavy medley, keep looking. The only thing that could pass for a veggie in this scenario would be the occasional carrot that tried to sneak in, but even that was outshone by the meat's star performance. Overall, the ‘family pack' label is a delightful mystery that adds a pinch of existential dread to your dinner prep. It works fine in stew, it's tender enough to make you forget you ever questioned the family tree, and it delivers a protein punch that would make any gym-goer proud. Just don't expect potatoes, salad, or a family reunion on your plate.