Afterthoughts

      A cow tongue is not what we expected in our order of a half beef from Tevebaugh's Meat Market.  Even so, my husband stewed the thing in order not to be wasteful.  He insisted our four children taste it. When he looked at me as though he expected me to have a taste, I shook my head and said, "No way."  My daughter's middle school history teacher told his students he would eat any food they brought to school.  I considered him to be a very brave man.  The next day, she took him a large portion of the tongue to eat.  The memory of that poor cow's tongue still lives on because a few weeks later her English teacher had her class write a limerick. Here is what my daughter wrote. A Stewed Cow Tongue Mr. James ate a stewed cow tongue, And it slid over and around his lungs. Don't ask how he feels. Cause now he's on pills. It flung and flung and it's still hung.                   Diana Westbrook Pate