menopausebarbees
... the tales of two sisters

Dana lives in Seattle, and Tracie lives in Germany. We are businesswomen, writers and humorists. We write about life, dating, and today's modern women.

Holy Cow! in the menopausebarbee Monday Spotlight

And so anyway,

about a month or so ago, my sister Dana, went with her beau (that would be her Boo to you and me–it’s Monday morning–I couldn’t resist that one), to a restaurant near Seattle. Ah…delectable food. Distinctive wines. And an item on the menu that she found to be downright disgusting: beef cheeks. Cow face.

Yummy gone yuck.

The world is so big, yet so small.

Sitting in a restaurant on the Baltic Sea a couple weeks ago, I wanted to order a late lunch before going back to preparing for my book presentation. Reading the menu, I came across, Geschmorte Ochsenbäckchen. And I thought, really? Braised ox cheeks.

I ordered the fish.

When I finished eating, I thought I’d take a stroll down to the sea. I just wanted to put my fingers in it, leave a touch of myself in the cool waters of the youngest sea on our planet. The path towards my destination was in the middle of pasture land–acres and acres of land as far as the eye could see. How beautiful this is, I remember thinking. And then, I started seeing them: gigantic clumps of something. Really, really, really big clumps. No smell. Just monster sized dark brown clumps. And as I got closer up on one of them, I thought, OK I’m not a farm girl but just based on my location, this must be some kind of cow dung–from some kind of Patagotitana dinosaur sized cow. I didn’t see an animal in sight.

So I’m bewildered, befuddled and bothered because I want to know what this stuff is and where it came from.

When I get back to the hotel, I ask two ladies of the staff what these gigantic clumps could possibly be the best way I can because I didn’t know how to say cow dung in German. I end up just saying the only word I know for sh*t in German which is Sheisse and they both proceed to crack up laughing. One suggests that it might be from a bird. “Not possible,” I reply. Her colleague then tells me that the clumps are from the Galloway cows. She’s certain.

I’d never heard of this breed of animal and couldn’t wait to get my Google search engine on and read about it whose roots stem from 17th century Scotland.

Well, the following morning, I, along with all the families of the Fontan Heart Organization in Germany for whom I gave my book presentation, headed down to the sea to release hundreds of heart shaped balloons into the sky. And we saw one. And then another. Galloway cows. One of the most beautiful animals I’ve ever seen. Calm and peaceful. One man even reached out and touched one of its horns.

“You’re brave,” I say to him.
“They only want to eat the grass–not us,” he replies with a smile.
That’s a mouthful, right?

So because this beautiful breed of animal with the friendly face basically blew me away, I’m talking about it here in the menopausebarbee Monday Spotlight. According to Wikipedia: “The breed is ‘rare’ in the United States and the Livestock Conservancy classifies it as a breed to ‘watch’.”

Cheeks. That’s just got to be a tough one to swallow–no pun intended.

And so anyway,

it’s Monday–make it rock everybody!

Incompatible with Nature–A Mother’s Story: https://www.amazon.com/Incompatible-Nature-Tracie-Frank-Mayer/dp/1537201298

Einen Herzschlag entfernt: https://www.amazon.de/gp/aw/d/3775158057