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I imagine way back when Gor was sitting in his cave, nice fire going, he was slicing off raw chunks of the meat with the knife he fashioned from knapping some obsidian, he was hungry, even though it was just a juvenile Pterodactyl he got with his atlatl, it was meat.
Next day, certainly no need to hunt with the bounty about, Gor coddles the flames, and for some reason he didn’t even understand, he exited the cave, snapped off a length of stick, brought it back into the cave, carved off a hunk, impaled it, and held it to the flames. And we’ve been roasting meat ever since. Maybe it wasn’t Gor, but somebody had to be the first, me, I’m giving the credit to Gor.
The smells coming out of the cave, were to become legendary, Gor started roasting meat for many a cave dweller of his day, or should I say age, in any event, he may have opened the first cave café.
Last night a modern Gor named Steve, with a brand-new fancy charcoal grill, took some black Angus, made some amazing wafts of roasting emanate up, to be inhaled by the other five of us. Dinner being served, while it was no Pterodactyl tenderloins, it was so tender, was it ever tasty! Makes you wonder how long winter truly was not having outdoor grilled for some months now. I caught myself licking my fingers more than once.
Leaving, I dutifully thanked him, couldn’t compliment him enough on having a steak, cooked just the way I enjoy, maybe a burp or two later, I even tipped my cap to Gor.
- The Trout Whisperer
