MStevens, most of the mucbipollos I have eaten have been much like the one John Lloyd Stephens described in his book, Incidents of Travel in Yucatan. He relates that while staying at a house loaned to them in Merida during Todos Santos, the neighbors kept sending them food, including “…a huge piece of mukbipollo. It was hard as an oak plank and as thick as six of them; and having already tasked ourselves to reduce the pile on the table, when this came, in a fit of desperation we took it out to the courtyard and buried it. There it would have remained till this day but for a malicious dog which accompanied them on their next visit; he passed into the courtyard, rooted it up, and while we were pointing to the empty platters as our acknowledgement of their kindness, this villainous dog sneaked through the sala and out the front door with the pie in his mouth…”