Hence the BBQ

It was sometime after midnight when a speeding car full of nuns collided with the cow. The sisters contacted the appropriate channels and within the hour the cow was being axed into workable chunks on our patio. By noon the next day, parts of the cow had made their way to every corner of town: a liver here, some cabeza there, a hoof. A large section of rib dangled in the afternoon sun from a rope on the porch.

We are having a BBQ. Bold bovine for all.

written by  chaddeal on December 10, 2008 from Samara, Costa Rica
from the travel blog: The Great Pan-American Synchronistic Cycle Extravaganza Unlimited
tagged Cow and Samara
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