Monday, 6 April 2009
I always enjoy a BBQ. Mainly it means that Rob has to cook which is relatively rare. Case in point, he got made redundant in November (the day we moved in was his last day of paid employment) and for the last four and a half months he's cooked exactly twice. And one of those was heating pasta sauce from a jar when I felt poorly. I was expecting him to get bored and forage for recipes, ingredients and condiments, but it turns out he's able to amuse himself all day long.
Anyway, with the deck half built and friends coming over for lunch it was time to wheel out the Weber. I marinated enough meat to feed a pack of starving wolves, threw together some salads and then kicked back while Rob suffered through the heat and smoke. It was a joy to behold and I look forward to many more BBQs in the coming months.