MEAT

I want to cook meat on a spit. I think that's what it's called. In the movies they make it look all appealing, the meat sizzling above a bed of coals, and later the juices running as people tear into a literal hunk of meat, their fingers dripping - because of course you eat it with your hands. Think Walking Dead, when Gareth is munching away on that chunk of meat while talking to Bob. Admit it, until you KNEW it was Bob it was pretty appetizing. 

There are never any veggies either. Just meat. Sometimes flasks. 

If steven can drop a hunk of meat into the burning barrel and then eat it hours later, I should totally be able to do this. 

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