tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977625681756554695.post5348060354878448369..comments2024-03-26T13:46:42.738-05:00Comments on 4 Quarters, 10 Dimes: What's For Dinner Again?Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03463621516644789183noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977625681756554695.post-10100602732990747672010-11-03T05:32:30.783-05:002010-11-03T05:32:30.783-05:00At least your cow isn't in your back yard, ali...At least your cow isn't in your back yard, alive, before it's killed.<br />Deborah has pigs in her backyard.Beatrice Desperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10843520699216089362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977625681756554695.post-14451821434132791442010-10-06T17:46:11.696-05:002010-10-06T17:46:11.696-05:00Kathleen, that's just not right.Kathleen, that's just not right.Davidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03463621516644789183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977625681756554695.post-40320950885354110392010-10-06T13:28:04.475-05:002010-10-06T13:28:04.475-05:00When I was a kid we raised our own cows for beef. ...When I was a kid we raised our own cows for beef. One was named Hamburger.Kathleennoreply@blogger.com