Three-L lllama*

Llamas

Hi, I’m Feral, and I do not know how to barbeque.

JustAwesome, Scout & I rented a little cabin upstate near New Paltz (High Falls) this holiday weekend. We had the best time—swimming holes (Scout doesn’t swim!!!), hammocks, llamas and walks in the woods. But our BBQ was not the best.

The good news is that we got the grill going this time, unlike when we went to Phoenicia, when we couldn’t even light the damn thing. Maybe I should’ve paid more attention to Bittman’s 101 Fast Recipes for Grilling. Maybe. Coulda, woulda, shoulda.

Proud American beer and Scout.

NOT llama meat

We did beef cubes, veggie dogs, corn, string beans, portabella, shrimp, onions, peppers and potatoes. Everything was ok. But eh. Part of it might be the quality of the ingredients. Part might be the lack of marination or any seasonings/flavor. We will definitely be bringing our own olive oil next time - we joked about that last time. Now it is not a joke. I didn’t want to put canola oil on anything—that’s all there was in our lovely little cabin upstate. The cabin, by the way, came with homemade granola and a warm, scone delivery on Sunday morning. Pretty effin’ awesome.

I must buy a cabin/house, if only to improve my barbeque skills. But we’re home now. Drinking cocktails.

All is well.

Happy 4th, to my American readers. Happy 8th birthday to my niece Radley!

*The Lama (for DAD!!)

 The one-l lama,  He's a priest.  The two-l llama,  He's a beast.  And I will bet  A silk pajama  There isn't any  Three-l lllama.* 

-- Ogden Nash
*three-alarmer