This is a desert that’s okay for the kids to eat first.  Especially if they find it before it’s time to eat lunch.

At the Ventura County Fair meat abounds.  But this guy making tri tip over an open wood fire stole the show.  Even for the kids.  You know the something’s wrong when your kids are more interested in watching the cowboy turn the grill crank to load the wood than seeing the bearded lady or the sword swallower.

My little girl even wanted to know why I wasn’t taking a picture of her spicy sausage sandwich.  Specifically, she wanted to know why she went through the trouble of eating something so daring if I wasn’t going to feature her.  Maybe next time you can cook me something and then we’ll talk…

Unlike horses for the most part, yaks are good for riding and eating.  Especially if you get a full-blooded yak (not crossed with a cow).  Their meat is less marbleized than beef because yaks carry their fat on the outside of the carcass which gives you an even leaner cut than grass-fed beef.  Basically, sweeter than beef, juicier than buffalo and elk, and never gamey.

Although, at 15,800 feet trekking on a yak in Tibet through the Kalash mountain range is like riding in a bounce house under water.  But with better views.

When we arrived at base camp all the monks were on their cellphones.  I’m not sure that’s what the Buddha meant when he said that if you ask the universe for what what you really need it will listen.  I asked for an experience and got yak curry and rice served by a wise old Tibetan woman.  As is the custom, I gave her flowers when the meal was over and she said to me: a bit of fragrance always clings to the hand that gives you roses.