There
is nothing like having a spoiled beef with somebody. It was close to
the end of the 21st century, and I still haven't gotten a digital
television. My family might as well ride on horse and buggies.
The
thing about family holidays, is that I very rarely ever actually got
to enjoy them, as I would so often have to catch up on schoolwork.
Why bother catch up on work, if you're only going to get half credit
for it, it's really more of a teacher's benefit than it is to the
student's benefit. Christmas and Thanksgiving were the only holidays
besides traditionally Irish ones I got to celebrate with any
regularity.
If
you've ever seen a slab of corned beef, you'll know exactly what
corned beef and cabbage looks like. My mom used to make this for
dinner from time to time on Irish/Scottish holidays although her own
family was Welsh. Usually it would come in the form of a soup, I
suppose as that is what is considered traditional. Can you blame me
for initially expecting it to be my dad who would poke his fork
sometimes, and just saying I just got less than I was expecting? The
corn beef in the bowl would eventually go completely missing, and dad
would just keep saying he wasn't doing anything. Obviously I was to
docile at that point to really say anything.
So
one night I checked the inside of the fridge, as it turned out the
corn beef was seemingly dissolving. So that's what they put in that
meat these days, I thought. Once again, as docile as I was I never
made a sound about it. Well it turned out a few years later it turned
out that studies would show that with some cows in a specific date,
had almost an immortality gene. And so the beef would choose to eat
itself rather have humans eat upon it.
So
next time you get beef at the grocery, check the label.
You
may have just eaten an immortal cow.
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