If today were my only day… my only moment, I would write an ode to food that I love…

Dear grass-fed tri-tip,

How I love that you were once grazing along in the fields of heaven in a dream, and how now the juices of your tender meat tantalize my tongue.  Because of you I would rather count cows than sheep to fall asleep at night and your beautiful chew… there’s nothing on earth quite like you…

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