Sunday's starry-eyed Oscars and their little gold statues for the best in the business are inspirational…at least in a self-indulgent kind of way. To further indulge a society obsessed with award shows, I'd like to roll out the red carpet on Planit's inaugural Brandy Awards (in the spirit of the Academy Awards, the Grammy's, Emmy's, [...]
Bear with me. I’d like to spin a yarn.
It’s Ropesville, Texas. 1902. And you’re a big, bad Black Angus cow. Let’s face it: you know you’re made of succulent, mouthwatering, Grade A beef. It could be the stuff of silver platter steakhouses, filet mignon lathered in butter on fine china and cozying up with a nice Cabernet and a cigar.