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.
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This has several verses-- see the wikki.
What rhymes with venison?
Love Charlotta
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