a farmer came in this week and donated a side of beef. he said very little about his beautiful daughter. weird. he said the old bull was a bit dodgy when he entered the pasture. the rest of the herd parted company tipping him off i suppose. there on his own stood the bull. he became bold and playful and began nudging him with sharp movements of his head. he told me “when they start getting edgy its time”

fair enough.
he also told me he was glad he had his gun with him. i am around the edgy most days. perhaps i need a trusted firearm. it won’t happen i promise. i just keep fresh fruit nearby. this too helps. takes the edge off.
so there i was knee deep in seven bags of meat. he told me the hamburger was lean and that i would need to add oil or water to it. he said most of the bull was turned into burger. if i had it i would have just turned it into prime rib and we would have invited the neighbours over. maybe ask them to bring a salad or some beverages. next time i am asked if “we can bring anything” i may ask for something more tangible than desert or a tossed.

bring six red frisbees. no seriously bring a magician.

(insert woman holding hand over phone yelling downstairs.)
honey the dosegers asked if we can bring video footage of Bigfoot or Vegas Elvis with us to dinner.
madness.

he threw in the liver and the tongue too. told me people still eat this stuff all the time. said you can still find it on menus at restaurants. imagine.
i remember sitting for what seemed like days in front of a plate of liver and onions when i was a kid. no amount of ketchup, HP or soy sauce can make that go down. condiments cant stand the stuff. that being said those little cabbages were tough to swallow too. today i would gladly eat a plate of brussell sprouts. tastes change but am not rushing out to a Walmart diner anytime soon and ordering the organ.
it kinda creeps me out just knowing when we start getting low in the freezer there it will be.

transplant.
(insert woman who bore me hands in the air yelling upstairs)
eat your dinner or there will be no dessert. most times it was a spoonful of Neapolitan ice cream over a digestive cookie. oooooohhhh consequence.  today you would never dangle a damp milky digestive over a kids head hoping for them to acquiesce.
the best part of this gift was that it was two part. they usually are these days at the ranch. with no room in the Frigidaire and burger boy puzzled at where to store “the old mare” the phone rang.

minutes after the good folk left the building someone phoned and asked if i could use a small freezer. like someone leaving a racecar in my driveway and the state of Florida phoning and asking me if i need Daytona.

fact. true. seriously.
i love it when generosity meats need. oh and to add to the ranch review the freezer is one from a convenience store that was used to dispense freezies, klondikes and ice cream sandwiches.

can’t wait to see the boys faces this summer when they reach in. if there is any left i may get a Dicky Dee bike and comb the neighbourhood with what’s left.

God is good.

All the time.