Dear Cow,
Thank you existing and being my dinner. You were delicious and tender. The muscle that kept you alive, is now sustaining my wife and me, and I offer my sincerest thanks.
In the same way that I thanked you, I would like to think that you should thank me. You could have been sold to some culinary fool who, while wearing a Kiss the Chef apron, over salted your tender sinews, coated you pepper, and cooked you to a dry, charred crisp.
I respect you, and provided a soothing, balanced marinade bath to soak overnight - cumin and pepper ground in a mortar, lime and vinegar and garlic each providing some bite, and olive oil to finish it off. It does not stop there; you were cooked rare, and well-rested to retain all your delicious juices.
Most Thankfully,
Drucifer
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