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A French chef hopes to claim the "world's largest barbecue" title after expending 15 hours, three tons of wood, and 15 litres of cooking oil to spit-roast a 550kg camel. Christian Falco, 63, from Perpignan, cooked up the cameline feast at a seaside town south of Rabat. He said he was "recreating a centuries-old tradition begun …
If, as per a standard barbecue, the camel wasn't properly cooked and gave the diners a dose of the two-bob-bits, causing them to note that they could 'shit through the eye of a needle,' would a billionaire thus finally be confident of chancing his way through the pearly gates?
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I hope the camel died from natural causes and wasn't slaughtered for this purpose as it is clearly a record-breaking stunt. From a culinary point of view, I can think of loads of other better meat to spit roast. I wonder if Christian Falco and his BBQ guests at Rabat have ever tasted camel meat?
Here in Amurka, anyway. Picture the Norman Rockwell- style Anglo family crowded around Gramma's table while Grampa proudly carves the roast beast, the kids fight for the drumsticks, and family members form teams for the tug- of- war- style cracking of the wishbone (do camels even have wishbones?). That beast is gonna need a LOT of gravy and cranberry sauce.
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