Ah, the joy of attempting to bake stuff on a charcoal grill . . . make that a Miller High Life charcoal grill . . .
The cornbread was well thought out, but my fears of not enough heat to bake turned into burnt bread bottom, giving the decently baked top a bit too much of a smoky flavor. Next time we'll bake in a heavier pan and/or use some sort of heat sink type something or other between pan and coals. Unglazed quarry tiles would have worked well and we could have held on to them for warmth after the bread was done baking.
It was pretty cold once the wind kicked up at the race. The giant pot of chili disappeared pretty quickly between Tim, Keely and myself, along with other spectators seeking warmth and comfort in the beef and bean form.
Prior to the race, Tim and I hit Mt. Royal just above Frisco. It provided some pretty good views, pictures to come. It also put Dempsey in the hurt locker for the day and kept him pretty docile at the cross race. He still seems to hate rottweilers, but who doesn't?
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