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On a spit, in front of a fire is also the best way to drink beer.

I want to see it work!

Stark Dickflüssig @ May 8, 2014, 11:30 pm:On a spit, in front of a fire is also the best way to drink beer.

Yabbut wouldn’t the beer leak out at the ends?

Yabbut wouldn’t the beer leak out at the ends?

As someone who has drunk 14 beers in one night, I can state conclusively: it does anyway.

Remember when I sid that you Yankees had to clean up your government?

More American Exceptionalism in the Ukraine!

http://www.opednews.com/articles/1/Odessa–the-First-Pogrom-by-George-Eliason-Activism-Anti-War_Civil-Disobedience_Class-War_Obama-Warmonger-140507-595.html

Too late!
Someone will start cleaing you folks up soon!

Has anyone seen a certain Kiwi and Irritating Spit Bird in the same thread at the same time? Enquiring Minds Want To Know.

Gah! I can hardly wait for Dead Poo Times!
It’s almost as terrific as Yak Shaving Day.

Might have put some boys out of work, but it actually drove a whole breed of dog extinct! Poor little buggers.

“Just as the invention of the spinning jenny abolished the use of distaff and wheel, which were formerly the occupants of every well-ordained English cottage, so the invention of automaton roasting-jacks has destroyed the occupation of the Turnspit Dog, and by degrees has almost annihilated its very existence. Here and there a solitary Turnspit may be seen, just as a spinning-wheel or a distaff may be seen in a few isolated cottages; but both the Dog and the implement are exceptions to the general rule, and are only worthy of notice as being curious relics of a bygone time.

In former days, and even within the remembrance of the present generation, the task of roasting a joint of meat or a fowl was a comparatively serious one, and required the constant attendance of the cook, in order to prevent the meat from being spoiled by the unequal action of the fire. The smoke-jack, as it was rather improperly termed—inasmuch as it was turned, not by the smoke, but by the heated air that rushed up the chimney—was a great improvement, because the spit revolved at a rate that corresponded with the heat of the fire.

So complicated an apparatus, however, could not be applied to all chimneys, or in all localities, and therefore the services of the Turnspit Dog were brought into requisition. At one extremity of the spit was fastened a large circular box, or hollow wheel, something like the wire wheels which are so often appended to squirrel-cages; and in this wheel the Dog was accustomed to perform its daily task, by keeping it continually working. As the labour would be too great for a single Dog, it was usual to keep at least two animals for the purpose, and to make them relieve each other at regular intervals. The dogs were quite able to appreciate the lapse of time, and, if not relieved from their toils at the proper hour, would leap out of the wheel without orders, and force their companions to take their place, and complete their portion of the daily toil.”
-The Illustrated Natural History(mammalia) 1853

“…and to make them relieve each other at regular intervals…”

Clean thoughts, Julia, clean thoughts…

The spinning wheel is certainly NOT extinct nor relegated to mere “curious relic” status. There are still plenty of people who spin their own yarns. I plan to acquire one myself someday.

Since the Obama ammo shortage looks to never end, I’m thinking about taking up flint knapping.

Mmm…real fire-roasted beef tenderloin – yum. Several years ago a wood-fired roasted meat restaurant opened in Atlanta: Fogo de Chao, from Argentina. It’s an all-you-can-eat protein fest. Servers carve your choice of slices of beef (various cuts), lamb, pork, sausage, chicken from spits right off the fire till you can’t eat more. Last year, a rare one for my son to be home on his birthday and not in a war-zone, I took him and 3 of his buddies there for dinner. It was the butcher’s nightmare!

Servers carve your choice of slices of beef (various cuts), lamb, pork, sausage, chicken from spits right off the fire till you can’t eat more.

Dang it. Stop that.

That is just cruel.

twolaneflash @ Time: May 10, 2014, 3:57 pm:Several years ago a wood-fired roasted meat restaurant opened in Atlanta: Fogo de Chao, from Argentina.

Brazil, actually. Fogo de Chao is a chain, with many locations across America. I’ve been to one in Chicago, or one of its competitors. Meatapalooza!

Obama eats at Fogo du Chein.

@Rich Rostrom Thanks. Fogo de Chao – Brazil. Great place. Several copycat restaurants have opened in Atlanta in last few years, though I suspect prices will be higher with hog population decimated by virus and cattle killed by historic bad winter, or sold off due to drought & feed costs as ethanol drives up prices.