My father was a construction worker, running his own crew and company, and often worked with hot mix asphalt.
He is also a recreational fisherman.
He would catch a salmon, filet it, wrap it tightly with butter, aromatics and lemons in several layers of tin foil, and bury it in the middle of the truck full of hot mix asphalt. When they reached the fish, it was time for lunch.
He is also a recreational fisherman.
He would catch a salmon, filet it, wrap it tightly with butter, aromatics and lemons in several layers of tin foil, and bury it in the middle of the truck full of hot mix asphalt. When they reached the fish, it was time for lunch.