Beef. What’s
for Dinner? Disclaimer: Not for the Faint of Heart
I stood there watching as baby chickens walked around in
pools of blood, drinking it up like vultures, as their white and brown feathers
were now stained red from the cow’s bleeding heart. This was a sight I never thought I would see; the slow
groaning death of a cow right in front of our house.
First, they used ropes to tie the cow to the tree and as it
passed out briefly they roped its head situating its neck just so. Meanwhile a man in the background is
sharpening a long, thick silver blade, which he then slit the throat of the cow
with, as the cow let out this loud, billowing cry of despair. It was a haunting groan that echoed in
my ears as I watched the man slit its throat yet again. The groans continued as the blood
spilled out. After brief moments
of what seemed like forever, they would stab it again repeating the process
until they eventually stabbed the heart.
The cow tok its last groan as the last blood and life left its body.
Next, they began to skin the cow with such precision and
skill. They made it look so easy
as if the skin just fell right off of the flesh. It was the discovery channel seen right from our front
porch. At this point I had
to step away and take a break, as the next part was pretty gruesome. But, don’t worry the other two ladies
on our team took turns filming it so that you can see the whole thing in all of
its gory details.
The rest of the day all that we could smell was beef cooking
over a fire as the wind blew the smell in through the windows. The smell was a familiar smell of beef
fajitas, but when we were offered to try some of the beef as it sat in a bowl
on the kitchen table, I could not get the image and sounds out of my head. I wonder why?
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