an exploration of what happens when man is given ingredients, fire, and a loud growling sound in his stomach
Monday, March 5, 2012
Chicken dust.
Arguably the national dish of Swaziland. Barbeque'd chicken served with pap, a salad, and some fire roasted corn (which were dry beyond imagination). This was less than two dollars on the street and the chicken was very well done.
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