My lovely wife has now successfully coordinated the receipt and division of one and a half butchered cows, of the grass-fed variety. This sounds like an exaggeration, but isn't. The meat has been about half given out and about half paid for, but is fully sorted by who gets what. Later, there will be pictures of her sitting at her laptop in front of a "who wants how much beef" spreadsheet, surrounded by a sort of miniature snowball fort of frozen packaged steaks and roasts. She had it all sorted out by two hours after getting fourteen boxes of butchered cow into our Prius to get it home. Then, we went out to dinner (despite cow -- people from out of town were here).
Unrelatedly, there will be much barbequeing this summer.