In Praise of the CowAugust 10, 2008
I’d really must say right here that the perfect amount of organic grass, chewed mercilessly by a free range cow, regurgitated by his (or her) five stomachs, shortly before being humanely offed and chopped up into New York strip, perfectly grilled by my husband and consumed by moi, gives me the most sensational “God is in His heaven and all is right with the world” feeling. It’s almost spiritual.
Thanks be to God for inventing the cow and then teaching people
what to do with it.
Omaine and amen.