To help me get over my deadly sickness i was chugging vitamin C pills like no bodies business. They tasted alright. The taste resembled a watered down orange soda. Plus it was cool to watch the pills dissolve in the water!
Anyway, my mom knew that these cows aren't like the cows in the states or the fancy cows imported from Brazil, New Zealand, or Australia. Vietnam cows are tough...really tough. She pounded the heck out of these cows. She wanted to soak them in lemon juice so that would help tenderize them but she ran out of time and thought what she did with a mallet would be fine.
After dinner we took a ride to our favorite dessert place. Took a rickshaw there? What do you call these things?
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