Memories revisited by special meal
Growing up on the family dairy farm, our cows were given a number rather than a name except for the belligerent low-milk producer. Her name became "Hamburger."
Dad would call Lloyd, who would come to the farm with his gun and the truck with the hoist. Lloyd would do his job and leave with the dead old girl formerly known as Hamburger to be transformed into roasts, steaks and of course, hamburger.
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