The other night Denine and I were watching "No Reservations" and Tony uttered the words above. Cool. Then I started thinking about how often I have purchased this kind of food from a street vendor. You can call it stuff-on-a-stick, street meat, a kabob, a skewer, a satay, or any number of other terms.
Over the years I can say I have had beef, chicken, and pork on a stick. Filler has included bell peppers, onions, mushrooms, cherry tomatoes, and tofu. I've savored corn-on-the-cob and corn dogs on a stick. Close to the ocean I've sampled marlin, shrimp, scallops, and several other types of seafood. All on a stick. Some were simply spiced, others marinated, and more than one had a side sauce.
In sometimes exotic locales I have sampled more unique meats including goat, lamb, camel, ostrich, boar, and elk. I've wondered if city chicken really is. I've pondered if I really was tasting dog, cat, and horse for which I am not completely sure.
Thinking about this lends a level of comfort. Anywhere in the world where you have hungry people, fire, meat, and a few twigs you can find stuff on a stick. It's is a universal tie that unites us all. At any given moment where the sun is shining on this planet someone is roasting stuff on a stick over a fire or on a griddle. As Tony said, "Stuff on a stick. Nice." Pass the sauce.