Before we ate that dump cake I posted about yesterday, we fixed a somewhat sensible meal. Burgers on Kaiser rolls, with chips and home-made corn salsa. Those doggish-looking things are chicken hot dogs, but, um, they went to Flike and Queequeg. Amber had brought them along from her refrigerator and said they weren’t very good. She said they were made from “machine-separated” chickens, which means there were lots of things besides meat in them. (bone? beak?) She said she’d crunched into something more than once.
I was determined to try a bite, though, and once they were sufficiently cooked, Libby took them from the fire and cut them into pieces. I ate one piece. That was enuf. It didn’t taste like chicken at all, and whatever spices they put it in were not a wise blend. Ugh!
We ended up tossing the pieces one at a time to the dogs, who didn’t have our same reluctance.
The grill you see above is suspended over the coals by being stuck between some of the blocks that make up the wall. It’s salvaged from someone’s gas barbecue left at the curb for large item pick up day in faraway suburbia. We’d priced a decent camp grill several times, but they don’t look any better than what we “repurposed” and they certainly cost more.
We had another large item pick up day in faraway suburbia recently and acquired two more grills much like it. I’m not sure that we’ll ever need them. The one we currently use has been there for two years now and shows no sign of wearing out.
Happy 32nd Anniversary, Libby!