Humans,
In the summer of '99, I was motorcycling through Mexico on a spiritual journey. I was out to discover myself, as young bears often do. My goal was to find The Great Oso, guru of all walking and talking animals, rumored to be holed up in an abandoned minor league baseball stadium in Mexico City.
It was a wild ride, but in the end, The Great Oso was a huge disappointment. Whoever it was that said, "Don't meet your heroes" was right – he was a total nincompoop. But not all was lost, for after meeting The (Not So Great) Oso, I stumbled into a local taqueria and beheld Osa, daughter of the guru, breaking down one of the finest cuts of beef I had ever seen.
I knew right then I loved her, although it was months (full of me nervously pounding copious carne asada in said taqueria) before I could muster up the courage to say it out loud. Osa is the kind of bear that turns heads when she walks into a room, and I'm pretty sure it isn’t just because she was a bear. She can ice skate, fence, surf, write poetry, beat Contra on the Nintendo without cheat codes, and speak five languages (not including Bear).
She has taught me so much about life, about being a better bear, and more about cooking than all of my other masters combined. We came up with the idea to start Cow by Bear together and spent countless nights sketching out the plan. Cow by Bear is hers as much as it is mine, and her heart and soul are in every single dish we make.
It’s only appropriate then, that my Valentine and I cook up a special feast for you and your sweetheart. Nothing would make the two of us happier than to see you at our *love table* this Valentines Day. Check here for a little taste of the menu, and know that Osa and I will both be there – in and out of the kitchen! – and partaking in a few smooches between us while we plate, of course.
See you there!
