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Mad Cow Expertise

Mad cow disease is my expertise, and I dine on fine wine, quince and cheese. In my august wisdom, what I sure think is dumb, is to spit without checking the breeze.

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Sara Kendrick

Date: 11/28/2024 1:58:00 AM

It is amazing how we don't hear about mad cow disease very often like before, but it is still out there. A disease close in nature is in the deer population across America, but so far has not infected humans. Nice work you have done here. Thanks for sharing. I can see why you would eat quince instead of beef, though I have never seen a quice nor tasted one. Sara K

Sara Kendrick
Date: 11/28/2024 11:54:00 AM

David, Got a chuckle. Thanks for the humor. Sara K

David Crandall
Date: 11/28/2024 8:15:00 AM

I bought a quince once, but I didn't know you are supposed to cook them - -lol. First cow says, "heard about mad cow disease? cows go crazy and then they die." Second cow says, "good thing I'm a helicopter".

Hilda Greenhough

Date: 11/23/2024 8:36:00 PM

Warning about the wind. I enjoy your realistic style.

David Crandall
Date: 11/23/2024 9:16:00 PM

thanks!