Friday, June 17, 2005

T G I friggin F

Whahey! Friday at last.

As an added bonus, the weather almost bears some resemblance to what the weathermen predicted. Almost.
Still, as long as the rain holds off and the temperature is in line with the 28C predicted for tomorrow I'll be dusting off the gazebo and rolling out the BBQ tomorrow. mmmmMMMmm.
Yup, nothing like the sizzle & smell of grilling meat to say "SUMMER".
Or maybe even a nice slow cooked potjie. Oh man, yeah!

What amazes me is this: here in the UK good meat is affordable; my local butcher sells prime steak in £5 packets, each enough for 2 people (unless they're yanks); you can get enough chicken pieces for £6 or so to make your own Frankenchicken (although the head might be a problem).

So why, o why, when I invite natives of this cheery little island over for a BBQ, do they insist on bringing Tesco "beef"* burger patties for me to grill? ???
I've established my own little house rule for BBQ's involving these so called meat products- I accidentally drop them through the grill into the coals, or onto the floor where a little white Jack Russell shaped blur devours them before they've finished bouncing off the cement.


* They're alledgedly made from beef but mostly they're minced up ears, lips and aresholes mixed with breadcrumbs and some lard to make it all stick together.
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