Yesterday the weather was absolutely fabulous, and with the foolhardy disregard we caste our winter vests and woollies willy nilly to the wind, if you pardon the expression ......
And in our family any glimmer of the more clement weather heralds the start of the joyful, if slightly smoky Barbie Season”, a comestible repast we all very much relish, so when Auntie Sarah asked us over to hers to partake in theirs….. it would have looked most rude to refuse.
We knew from past experience that it would be a veritable feast and though we are advocates of a hearty breakfast, followed by a fulsome lunch, we decided, on this occasion, to eat sparsely throughout the day to ensure that we had enough room to indulge with gusto, without fear of feeling too full before the third round of sausages.
Let’s just say we refused nothing …… …… and left nothing, all that remained on each of our plates was a satisfying pile of wooden skewers and robustly sucked barbecued ribs!
Nigel was very taken with the “posh de rigeuer salad leaves” that were served, saying that from now on he would prefer them to our usual iceberg or cos, which are now “so last year” ….. what is he like?
We also had to keep a careful eye on his consumption of “Cheeky Pimms”, another thing he seems to have developed a taste for …. his excuse for drinking it a little too quickly for our liking was, he said, “to get to the fruit salad and vitamin C at the bottom …… hic!”
It was a wonderful evening after a hard day at work ….. the warm sunshine, convivial company and food that was so nom, nom, nom and Masterchef that it fell of our Richter scale of barbecue noms.