Daddy Needs His Prime Steaks

The experimental dry-aging beef is in the beer freezer and loafing along nicely at 33-35 degrees. I had a hard time deciding what kind of cloth to wrap it in. I have a ton of white cotton pillowcases I don't need, so I stole two of those. I figure I'll use one today, use the other tomorrow and run the first one through the washer, and so on.

Gosh, after putting all that work in, in intimate contact with the beer freezer, I keep feeling like there is something I should do. But what is it? I feel like I should know...

Oh, yes. I should get shitfaced on homebrew and write a song about Pajamas Media.

I'll get right on it.