We have successfully eaten sacks and tubs and wads of frozen meat for our Ice Harvest.
We instinctively blend the meat with soup, rice, beans or other "extenders," so we're not gobbling as much pure animal protein in each meal.
And after this purge is all over, I doubt I'll be buying that much meat in the future.
(Have you read Michael Pollan's doubtful paean to murdering, butchering, and eating his own meat? Link will expire in one week.)
I'm craving fresh vegetables and fruit. We have some on the premises, but I'm not allowing myself to buy any more until the backlog of stored food is a bit more diminished.
Speaking of butchering your own meat: I do approve of the practice, especially if you're able to procure real animal protein in a humane way, and able to render it edible in an intelligent way.
However. I had an ex-brother-in-law who thought it was clever to catch fish out of the ocean, haul them on board his boat, and slice off fillets from the still-living animals — whose not-dead carcasses he would then cavalierly toss overboard. What a prick. I am embarrassed to tell you this.
But I'm not entirely finished eating meat.
Just a whole lot closer.