We don't know what, precisely, is going on here, but each possibility is more horrific than the last.
Possibility #1: The cow is the mother and her daughter has been lovingly transformed into the food in the bowl. Whatever food it might be. Steak donuts? Perhaps it is only her brains? (Let's call this the "My Daughter's Final Resting Place" hypothesis.)
Possibility #2: The cow is the daughter and the mother's final resting place is the big, blue bowl. The mother's pride reaches from the afterworld as she encourages her to "Eat, eat! You're nothing but skin and bones. Oh, and udder."
Possibility #3: The cow is the daughter and her mother is the proprietress of the steakhouse who has forced her daughter to eat her father as a cruel test of her filial devotion. (And/or father-hatred.)
Regardless, the question remains: Have these people learned nothing from the Mad Cow scares of the late 90s? Cows eating parts of cow carcasses is never a good thing.
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