In the summer of 2003, Charlotte and I decided to take a trip across the country by rental car (why a rental? Don't ask--it's complicated, dull, and annoying.), stopping at various friends along the way, seeing the sights, and culminating in our annual visit to the Burningman festival in Nevada. This is the diary we kept along the way.
|25-26||Hot Springs AR|
|?||Oklahoma City OK|
|31||Mesa Verde CO|
|?||Grand Canyon AZ|
|11-13||Los Angeles CA|
|16-24||San Francisco CA|
|24-Sept 1||Black Rock City NV|
|2||Salt Lake City UT|
Now that I have been to Arizona, I have learned all the secrets of Carne
Secca--a regional meat specialty. Years ago when Shani and I lived
together in Malden she told me tales of drying meat in the Arizona sun.
Sebastian compared this to the production of a particular Belgian beer,
fermented outdoors and then drained of bugs. This led us to the
question, how do they keep/get the bugs off of the beef that is
air-dried outside? This, of course, led to the composition of an
irritating little song --
O you can't strain meat,
no you can't strain meat
You can stomp it with your feet
But you can't strain meat. > This has several verses-- see the wikki. What rhymes with venison?