I surrounded a can of hash with glowing red embers of a fire this weekend, and I fucked up the first one by over-zealous tong retrieval. Then, I popped up half the top of the second can with my knife, and let it sit in the hallucinatory ember clouds until the hash at the top of the can was sizzling like my vibrating neurotransmitters at the corner of S______ and S______ on a Saturday in the LES.
I figured it was ready, and after repeated warnings the can would burn off from the bottom, I took it off the embers, and let it cool for five minutes. Then I popped the rest of the top off and had a bite.
Mild, at best.
Protip: Throw that shit in a skillet before you put it over the fire. It needs to be spread out to char sufficiently.
