So some of you may remember back in august I took a trip to the in laws and met Alice the cow. Alice had a broken leg and I was concerned about how they were going to heal her he informed me oh yeah she would be nursed...all the way to the butcher!!!
well since I took such a shine to Alice they decided for Christmas they would give her to me..
in the form of ground chuck and a few t-bones!!! I don't know if you can hear this from where ever you are but it is the sound of me retching. Bleh I do not eat anything that I have met. Much a less know its name and have met and looked in the eye.
So while every one else is eating this..
in the form of ground chuck and a few t-bones!!! I don't know if you can hear this from where ever you are but it is the sound of me retching. Bleh I do not eat anything that I have met. Much a less know its name and have met and looked in the eye.
So while every one else is eating this..
sloppy Jo's and since I am back on the wagon I will not be eating lunches like this..
I saw a calf being born at my in-laws' farm and couldn't help but gush about the experience with my husband's family. A year and a half later, Blackjack, that little calf, became mine, also in little white butcher-paper packages.
ReplyDeleteI feel your pain.