While cooler weather and bonfires make me think of roasting marshmallows, Hong is reminded of days in his youth sitting around the fire roasting buffalo skin. So we bought some.
As I didn't feel comfortable starting a bonfire in my front yard, Hong fried the little pieces of skin in a pan.
Right after I took this picture, the smell of frying skin wafted to my nose. I slowly backed away and took one last picture before shutting the kitchen door.
I am sorry to say that I didn't actually taste the buffalo skin. Maybe next time. The smell was an experience in itself.
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