Ghostface Buddha Hath Eaten Of The Cow

Greetings, revered Readers, for I do have News to tell.

As I recounted in these very pages not long ago, in the lands of Ceylon, aye, the wondrous isle of Taprobane indeed, it is permitted to eat Beef, the cooked flesh of the Cow.

And so, dear Readers, one fyne afternoon in Kandy, I did Consume of this Beef. Coalesced from the ravages of   Strange and Uncouthe Oriental maladies, I walked, as is Salubrious, to a refined establishement by the name of Devon's in pursuit of Beef Steak with Fried Onions.

 I waited and my Beef Steak with Fried Onions was served to me on a clean, white plate, along with Beans, and Potatoes crispened in the French manner. The steak was rather more Chinee of type than I had imagined, yet before no God shall I swear that it was not Goode. I ate of it fully, and reached such a Plateau of Satisfaction as can only be bestowed by the Goodliest of Meats.

In the days since, oft have I Partaken of the Cowflesh, and on all occasions it has been much to my Delyte. For truly, this Best of Beasts granted to us for the Relishing by the Almighty doth make a fyne fixing for many a dish and snackke. Place thee a strip of Beef in a Bun, with such Vegetables as Providence hath granted the lands in your surrounds, and indeed, ye shall find that it doth Savor of the very Ideal of Deliciousness. Else, place thee a portion of Beef in a saucerlet of fynely seasoned Sauces, and it shall make a most Wondrous Morsel of its own.

Let it be known that I harbor no ill will towards the Cows of the Island of Serendip, for Truth be told, they do not possess the Malice of their kin in the Hindoo domaines. Indeed, merely to be a Cow ought be fitting Karmic punishment for past Sinnes,  the final Absolution of which is to be found Roasted upon a Plate, with Toppings and Sides, and by God's Grace.

Yours in Victory and Health,
Ghostface Buddha