Getting out there...in the ranch

Last Sunday, we went with some friends (Cubans from Miami & Cayo Hueso that we found living in a town 20 min. from our house... but that story is for another blog) to a bison ranch north of Greeley, close to Cheyenne, in Wyoming.

It was a relatively short trip —an hour on I-25— but my car was fully loaded with stroller, sweaters, water, a cooler for Nicolasín with puré de malanga, jugo de mango (home made, by abuela Miriam), baby formula, water, compota, etc, etc, etc...you know, por si acaso.

We took a train ride around the ranch (Terry Ranch) and it was nice. The weather was so great!!! Since I moved to Colorado I've learn to appreciate and praise the weather sooooooo much!!!!

Anyway, I saw bisons, up-close and personal, for the first time in my life, along with camels, cows, donkeys, miniature horses and even a wild red fox that has her family in the middle of the ranch. Oh! they also have ostriches!!The male was so scary...

Meanwhile, Nicolás decided he needed to spent most of the afternoon sleeping in his car seat, with Mami by his side. So, basically, the tour was for MDH and me, and our friends.

(FYI, I'm trying to upload pics from the bisons...but this computer tienen un mal de sambito and I don't know what's wrong with her).

We ate at the restaurant and tried the bison meat. For the record, I just tried a bit. Didn't like that much, especially after seen those majestic animals so close. ¡Me dio una lástima! In a future blog I'll explain my metamorfosis after "Fast Food Nation".

I know, I know... in Cuba we have been meat-starved for more than 40 years, therefore, we are supposed to be law-mandated-carnivores...but I couldn't help it!

And... (here comes the last "and"), I got upset with the waitress at the restaurant.

First, for some reason I don't know, she assumed we were worried about the prices —even though almost everyone at the table speaks English— and we acknowledged, from the very beginning, that it was REALLY expensive.

So, Maritza, my friend, bit her tongue and explained her we were worried about the size of the steak, not the prices. I mean, we are Cubans, but that does not automatically make us cavemen.

Then, she wanted us to eat the meat ON HER COOKING TERMS. C'mon! I know the difference between a meat medium cooked and a steak that is rare!!! Hellooooo, I've been a waitress too!!!

There went the plates to the kitchen again.

She insisted we ate the barely cooked meat because, according to her, bison meat does not have almost fat and if you cooked too much, it will be an official suela de zapato. But, el bisonte que me tocó yo creo que tenía el colesterol alto, porque mi bisté tenía una pellejera, que para que les cuento!!!

And last, but not least, I think she become upset when she heard us speaking Spanish. Poor thing!

End of the day: we came back home, montamos la mesa del dominó, and played until 9 p.m.