She was a terrible mother. No interest in her baby, the cow calf got skinnier and skinnier until finally Tom at the ranch had to bottle feed the baby for a bit. It was really a shame. That big cow was pregnant this fall too. Such a shame she didn't want to be a mother. The Wyoming sun would shine off that red coat, fire across the hairs backlit on her back. She was a lovely specimen of a bovine creature, but a terrible mother.
And that earned her a place in the line at the butcher. And a line there is! She got fed good hay and grain and got big and fat before her number came up. They called to tell us our beef was ready to be picked up on Monday.
Mike emptied out recycle containers, containers with garden grow cloths, and containers with items for the second hand donation store in preparation to pick up the order. The racks were tall and full! At least 36 cubic feet of space was filled with two pound tubes of hamburger wrapped in red and white packages of "Ground Red". All ground beef recipes are requested!
Tender loin steaks, round steaks, sirloins, cross cut steaks (what the heck is that?), giant briskets, flank steak, skirt steaks, rib steaks, and on and on. The white, frozen packages got lined up, stacked up, and put in a total of four freezers by the time we finished.
Mike has stated that I am a food hoarder. It was a Food Hoarder's Nirvana, the day of putting Red into our various and scattered about freezers.
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