comment icon 72 more comments And Grandpa reminds me of the tour-de-Grandpa’s-old-farms that we did last summer after he passed away, which reminds me of cornfields, sunsets, and hanging off the back of trucks while driving down dirt roads. And by hanging off the back of trucks, I mean hanging off the back of a minivan. But still. Grandpa would have been proud of all of us farm peeps. Grandpa also would have been so proud to meet his newest great granddaughter last week. Just a few days ago, my cousin and his wife delivered their sweet pea at only 26 weeks. She only weighed 2 lbs. Two. Like, one, two. She is precious and sweet and miraculous. I wish I could feed her some of this beef and broccoli because it makes me nervous that she only weighs 2 lbs, but I think we’ll have to wait on that one. She’s a fighter so I think she’ll do fine with or without the beef. Me, on the other hand? I do need that beef. I can’t fight through my week without it. I just, I just… it’s just too much. I could use a little inspiration from my new, um, cousin’s baby. What do you call that? Second cousin? First cousin once removed? Cutie pie baby relative through marriage? Wait, though, I don’t think it’s through marriage. Lalalalalala. Beef is making me crazy. This orange beef and broccoli is going to knock your socks off for three reasons, and here they are: You guys. 4.9 from 14 reviews I’m not even a beef lover, but I can wrap my head around this. And my heart. And my soul. Amen.
