Goodbye Bull, Hello Food

A few blogs ago when I was describing where I lived I mentioned that there are cows at my school. Well last week I was talking with my headmistress and one of the teachers who is in charge of the cows and the farm part of the school. I found out that they were debating whether the calf was ready to be castrated and whether or not the one bull was big enough to feed the entire school if they killed him. I was like what.
Now I am a full meat eater. I love meat. You can even ask my mom how when I was young there was a period of time I would only eat ground beef, so I have no delusions that animals have to die to feed me, BUT I do not need to be part of the discussion as to when the guy gets killed.
When the weekend came along I had a feeling it was going to happen, and since I had been explained how they would do it, I wanted to make sure I was not near my window when it happened.
Normally the cows are pretty chill. They don't make too much noise, just the occasional moo. Well on Sunday morning the first thing that made me think something was up was all the cows were screaming. I did not know cows can scream, well they can. But since I was not going to go to the window to see what was distrubing them I was left in the dark. Then around 10 am one of the cow hands(I dont know his name, nor his official job title) came a knocking at my door. He was holding a HUGE metal bowl. Bigger that most metal bowls we keep as mixing bowls. He gestured that it was for me(he does not speak English). He lifts the other bowl that was being used as a lid and I see it is FULL of meat. FULL of meat. RAW meat. Now remember, I don't have a fridge, and since I live by myself I had to decline the meat. But man did I want it. It looked good, real good. Though being realistic I knew I couldnt eat it all in one day, and even if I could cook all of it, I couldn't even properly keep the cooked meat safely.. so goodbye red meat.