Note to my vegan followers... some of these images may be disturbing.
When I saw the beef guy at the market on Wednesday, I remembered that I hadn't bought enough ground beef at the supermarket during my shopping expedition earlier in the week.
That's when I figured what the hey. I'd give the local beef a try.
It was exciting.
Okay, maybe not jump-up-and-down euphoria, but I felt good about it.
I was happy to support the local farmer.
And the meat, as evidenced by these raw burgers, looked pretty good.
Then, last night as I was preparing dinner, it hit me.
It was local meat. You know, from land nearby.
Which meant that it could have come from one of these...
You know, my friends.
The animals I like to stop and commune with periodically.
I was momentarily horrified. Even speechless.
I was also hungry, so I kept cooking.
That's when the next epiphany hit.
Those local cows are all DAIRY cows...
Not hamburger cows.
All was well in my world once more.
Now, that dairy part may not be entirely true.
But you know what?
Those were some darn good hamburgers.