The Cow And I

Hard Time

Guy noted earlier today that, far from home and out in the sticks of Ullapool, he's been deprived of good beef. It's so far to drive to the nearest steakhouse (really, a whole hour?), that he usually comforts himself with a few slices of pre-packaged roast beef from the local deli. Yes, it's hard time for Guy, and I empathize.

Guy, I feel your pain. I really do. You see, it's hard for me too. Hard. Hard, hard, hard. Yes, so very hard.

Hard to stay awake while the grill does all the work for me, that is. So hard, in fact that frequently I rouse myself from slumber only to realize that I'm not in my bed, but in a comfy lawnchair while my beef sits, smoldering, inside my hard-working grill. It's hard, so so hard to experience the sense of loss that occurs when one's steak has been reduced to cinders. Hard. As hard as burnt steak hard.

But hey, I'm not complaining.

Posted by eric at August 29, 2004 12:44 PM