So I went along with my publisher, Per Bastet Publications, to sell books at the Kentuckiana Authors Book Blitz last Friday evening. It was scheduled (indoors, of course–I don’t do outdoors because heat prostration) …. I lost my place. –Oh, yeah: It was scheduled then because there was a big street festival.

Reader, it rained.

Nevertheless, we did sell books.


After we had set up our display (indoors, thank you, because RAIN) but before the sadly soggy festival (MUCH rain), we had supper across the street at The Red Yeti, one of those craft beer joints with mostly locally sourced ingredients and a madly pretentious-sounding menu. Like so:

Black Tiger Shrimp, Smoked Hot Links, Creole Romesco, Wiesenberger Mills Smoked Cheddar Grits, Grilled Lemon $19

I didn’t get that. Somebody else got that the last time we were there. She said it was excellent.

I got this:

1 Brisket Taco, 1 Pork Belly Taco, 1 Shrimp Taco, Grilled Corn Tortillas, Bacon Apple Slaw, Pickled Onions, Spicy Avocado Crème Fraiche, Micro Cilantro, Lime $14

And it looked like this:

Y’all, I have lived in Kentucky and southern Indiana my whole entire life, and I did not know that pork belly is pretty much pure fat. I had never seen nor eaten any before last Friday.

IMPORTANT FINANCIAL TIP: If you have money to invest, put it in pork belly futures, because Imma eat that stuff everyest chance I get. “Fried fat on a corn taco” sounds pretty nasty, I’ll admit, but when I bit into that, it was like I had found something my entire body had been craving all its life. I mean, I love my food, y’all know that, but I rarely wax rhapsodic. Maybe it’s like calling to like, but fat that delicious couldn’t possibly be bad for me. It would never clog my arteries; it would enter my bloodstream and my arteries would smile and say, “Pass, friend.”

And, yes, I had beer, too. Brewed by The Red Yeti: Red Foot Amber. Mild, light, full of flavor and hardly hoppy at all. Perfect.

I’m posting today at Fatal Foodies about a breakfast scramble Charlie made.

A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: Write about an ostensibly nasty food/drink/experience that turns out to be divinely wonderful.



I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

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One thought on “Yeti Tacos–SO NOT VEGETARIAN

  1. KatFrench

    September 4, 2018 at 7:52am

    That sounds amazing. I have been meaning to check out Red Yet I, but when I am in Jeffersonville it’s usually to visit with the Eldest child, and his tastes run more to Hwy 55.

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      Marian Allen

      September 4, 2018 at 8:19am

      Ha! Had to look that up: That looks like a fun place. But you seriously need to broaden his horizons. He can get a brisket sammich and fries. True, they’re truffle fries (regular fries with like truffle oil on or something), but they’re delicious.

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  2. Dan Antion

    September 4, 2018 at 8:52am

    Ain’t nothin wrong with “Fried fat on a corn taco” – that looks so good.

    My wife used to make cookies that were lard-based. I brought some into work, and one of my programmers dubbed them “pig fat cookies” – there were never any left after the first cup of coffee.

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      Marian Allen

      September 4, 2018 at 11:31am

      Pig fat cookies. Oh, mercy me. You say that to somebody from Kentucky who is trying to be as vegan as she can bear. I’m gaining weight just thinking about those.

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  3. joey

    September 4, 2018 at 8:22pm

    Yes, mmhm, yes, Marian, that IS the way to happiness. Well done.

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  4. Deborah

    September 5, 2018 at 8:35pm

    They look great, and big, but your description! Poetic! Boy am I glad I just finished dinner!

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      Marian Allen

      September 6, 2018 at 6:44am

      Oh, Deborah, it made me wish I worked manual labor, so I could eat like that every day and still be fit. But, alas, I’m a lazy slug with a bad back, so I have to save treats like that for special occasions. I appreciate ’em when I get ’em, though!

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