I could go on but really I've got the hangover bubble gut and am in need of the instant cure a lamb schawarma. I feel I may have a hard time finding a quality one so I'll settle for the second best cure, a big ass burrito.
Friday, September 12, 2008
I wasn't joking about wanting to work in a butcher shop. I get these really strong cravings, especially in the summer time. These craving are mostly to slap slabs of meat, just giant hunks of meat, down onto a counter, preferably marble, granite, metal or cement. And I mean really, just slap it down. God that's a great noise. Season the hell out of it. Season it until your hands are covered in oil and herbs, fat and grease. Then walk it over to a giant stove grill and lay it down on the rack. I love seeing it drip, how the coal flares up. Seeing the meat adjust and settle as it cooks. I love this whole process. But that smell, oh that smell, the word love doesn't do that smell justice.