Sunday, October 29, 2006
Oh, Meat Poet. Roast for Me.
That's right. Above is a pomegranate-infused goat. Masterfully cooked on a spit by a Bedouin Meat Poet. It was an absolutely gorgeous specimen of meat, slow-roasted over coals that the meat poet moved around with his bare hands.
I spent a majority of the evening drooling in front of the spit. The smell was intoxicating and I could taste the juices. At one point I think I was attempting to ask the guy if I could have his children.