The wind calmed down enough that I was able to barbecue the pollo asada finally.
My goodness! Oh so good! Whatever it is that Olsen’s Market marinates their meats in is something I will truly miss when we leave from here.
That evening a herd of coyotes came to camp howling and yipping to no end. It sounded like a half a dozen of them of all ages. This is how close they were.
Maybe the scent of that pollo asada attracted them.
The next day, having finished my biscuits I baked some cornbread.
Looks about right.
This is the cornbread I use. I have found none better.
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We have seen traces of a coyote and caught them on the trail cams down at the retirement property, but I have never seen a half dozen of them together at a time. (We've heard multiples yipping and howling in the woods after a hunt, so we know that they are out there). That would be scary to have so many so close. What was Bean's response to the racket?
I had a coyote run across my street into my backyard as I was pulling into my driveway the other day.
I am sure your coyotes smelled that yummy juice that dripped down from your chicken as it cooked. Good thing Beans was safe inside.
I HATE coyotes and I LOVE cornbread! I made chili yesterday. Today I shall make cornbread to dunk in it. I'm a Class A Dunker! Sharing food stories is such a good thing. Thanks, John.
PS: Here's a sure fire way to send a message to the coyotes. Mark your tire over their mark. It's the Law of the Land!
When I 1st read the heading, I thought you two are having roast chicken and coyote...
Tastes like chicken?
Please don't mind me, I'm just checking up on your adventures, and I'm never growing up.....
In fact I am now 1/2" shorter than I was my last check-up...
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