The scourge of hyper-obsessive, spotless kitchen fetishism, might well be water spots on stainless. However, in some cases, it's possible to overlook the slight blemish or two, by focusing on the bigger picture. For instance: Fresh from the tree tangerine and pomegranate brine working on succulent, organically fattened, wild, mourning doves. Tomorrow, those dove breasts will be morsels of treasure. Wrapped in thin cut bacon, basted with terryaki, and lightly grilled. That hint of mesquite smoke will be intentional.
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Swami sez: I see the Food Network in your future. :)
PS: Did you ever get over to check out Yabu at "Bad, Bad, JuJu"? He be a grillin'/gun man after your own heart who takes photos too..
So tell me...just how heavenly did that all taste, anyway?
Shannon, it was sublime. I think it's because of respect for the total cycle. Harvest, preparation, and finally, consumption. All tempered with respect. Remind me to tell you about the prickly pear fruit/cayenne syrup. :-)
Stephen,
I've missed you in my blogroll...so I wandered over to check on you. Glad you're still writing - from what I can see it's worth the wait! Take care...
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