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 Proverbs 15:17 better a small small serving of vegetables with love than a fattened calf with hatred. 

(Bible aside) read this verse again. Vegetables? Mmmmh. Just thinking it loud how does love make this vegetables sweet? Or are there some kind of vegetables out there that I have no clue off that kind of or have the same taste as the calf?

Let's forget the vegetables let us focus our energy on the calf for a second. Am sure 3/4 of us if not all have at least tasted or eaten a piece of a cow or better a goat, now imagine how a calf tastes. 

Dear lord that baby is sweet. U know something is sweet when our friends who cook " mashakura" cook one and till its sweet.

My agriculture is poor but I think a calf should be two to three years old (don't quote me on this I don't watch then grow or tick days on a calendar as days pass by. I don't even own one to begin with )

Back on track a calf (pause and google its picture)imagine the the tender meat and ooooh don't get me to the ribs. So sweet u can chew the bones 

The bible says better the vegetables with love. Point out a Kenyan lady that u will serve greens for a week and still 'love' your ass. (Where is Maina & kingangi) practically doesn't work. But serve me or her with the dame calf ribs with as much hate as you express and trust me a week will not pass we will have moved on.

Come to think of it maybe the verse is meant to encourage the vegetarians to keep strong.

May the will of God be done........

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