Tori! Tori! Tori!
That was the Japanese title for Hitchcock's Birds. One "Tori!" wouldn't have been enough. Maybe it was a pun on the distributor's part. The birds in that movie were enough like the dive bombers at Pearl Harbor for a title that sort of played on Tora! Tora! Tora!
Here, at the ranch, the Dive Bombers are the loud and aggressive blue jays and the strangely communal crows.
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"We're having chicken," I stage whisper to the turkey silhouettes. The family hangs around our house more these days. The babies are growing and are beginning to make short leaps, all flapping wings and windmilling feet. I'm sorry to see White Kid has a limp. Two Tone is doing fine, however, as are the seven Brown Ones.
As I grill a couple of chicken breasts for dinner (Jack Daniel's BBQ sauce on one, my own yakitori sauce on the other), they are huddled together on their favorite oak limb. It's already dark so I can only see their shadows -- mom's long neck and tiny head, shadows of her chicks all around her like a big black petticoat.
I feel bad grilling bird meat in front of them, but they seem pretty oblivious to it all as they digest their dinner of tasty, tender shoots, flowers, little bugs and the dizzyingly sweet grapes.
And for no particular reason, here's Bad Dog's 10 second Yakitori Sauce: soy sauce, grated ginger, pinch of sugar and vodka (haha! Gotta get your booze in any decent sauce! Normally, it would be sake. Or shochu. Wimps and teetotalers can use mirin.) A variation would be to add garlic and/or sesame oil and/or some kind of chili pepper sauce. Go easy on the soy. If it's not too salty, you can marinate your chicken in it 30 min - 1 hour before grilling. Otherwise, just baste as you grill.
Here, at the ranch, the Dive Bombers are the loud and aggressive blue jays and the strangely communal crows.
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"We're having chicken," I stage whisper to the turkey silhouettes. The family hangs around our house more these days. The babies are growing and are beginning to make short leaps, all flapping wings and windmilling feet. I'm sorry to see White Kid has a limp. Two Tone is doing fine, however, as are the seven Brown Ones.
As I grill a couple of chicken breasts for dinner (Jack Daniel's BBQ sauce on one, my own yakitori sauce on the other), they are huddled together on their favorite oak limb. It's already dark so I can only see their shadows -- mom's long neck and tiny head, shadows of her chicks all around her like a big black petticoat.
I feel bad grilling bird meat in front of them, but they seem pretty oblivious to it all as they digest their dinner of tasty, tender shoots, flowers, little bugs and the dizzyingly sweet grapes.
And for no particular reason, here's Bad Dog's 10 second Yakitori Sauce: soy sauce, grated ginger, pinch of sugar and vodka (haha! Gotta get your booze in any decent sauce! Normally, it would be sake. Or shochu. Wimps and teetotalers can use mirin.) A variation would be to add garlic and/or sesame oil and/or some kind of chili pepper sauce. Go easy on the soy. If it's not too salty, you can marinate your chicken in it 30 min - 1 hour before grilling. Otherwise, just baste as you grill.
posted by bad-dog at 9:59 PM
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Gee, Carlos, you're really on a tear! Good to see you writing so much. So, how's El Leon de Sierra going?
El Leon de Sierra??? Huh?
No more Paris/Britney/Lindsay poems?
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