When we were younger, my mom and stepdad had cows on the farm. Mom named the calves, including a light gray heifer she dubbed Cloudy. My stepdad told her it wasnt a good idea. We occasionally loaded and transported calves for auction in Nacogdoches with a couple ending up at slaughter for the meat locker. Weeks later, while eating steak and potatoes, my middle brother, Jim, looked at his steak and said, This looks familiar. Mom asked what he was talking about. Jim responded, It tastes like Cloudy. This video had me rolling on the couch in laughter. For all her melodrama and poorly-directed passion, the young womans right - Ive never forgotten Cloudy nor that story from over 30 years ago. For what its worth, Cloudy tasted GREAT! (Mom, I hope youre laughing.)
Posted on: Mon, 06 Oct 2014 19:43:36 +0000
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