It hurts, but it's worth it

Another Sunday, another barbecue, and another occasion of Rory eating enough meat to give ten Lithuanians heart disease.

I don’t feel bad for overindulging and I don’t feel embarrassed to have done ‘the terribly British thing’ by spending a weekend evening cooking in the garden. The weather has been pretty shitty all week so I’ve taken advantage of the pleasantness today.  The original plan was for ‘a burger and a couple of sausages’ each, but as usual I got carried away and once the smell of smoky charcoal hit my nostrils I was grabbing everything out of the fridge and finding elaborate ways to combine it on a skewer. I cooked enough to feed the village for a fortnight. 

My personal highlight was the Jalapeno Minced Beef Mini-Kebabs. Not a creation of my own – Philippa found them in a supermarket when she popped in for a bit of shopping after work. I don’t normally use any store other than my employers (not through loyalty; not through preference; but thanks to my discount card and the ease of working next door) but I may start shopping further afield now, because these came from one of our rivals, and they were marvellous. And I will NOT apologise to my bosses for saying that. I work in the filling stations, not the shop itself, so balls to it. I’m not turning my back on the company, I’m just sampling what the opposition has to offer, and enjoying it.

I actually have no idea what I’m talking about now. I’m so full of food I can barely breathe, much less write coherent sentences.

Now I need to sit very still somewhere and digest.

RC 21-6-20