Things are a bit quiet here in the WithaY household today. We're all slightly tired and more than a little hung over after a superb start of the summer season bbq last night. It was a spur of the moment (well, Thursday night) thing, and went remarkably well. We cooked a ton of food:
A whole smoked chicken, cooked in Mr WithaY's fab home smokery thingy that he bought cheap in the US and then spent a fortune shipping back here
About a hundred sausages, marinaded in cranberry and chilli
Venison, marinaded in soy sauce and olive oil
Satay chicken with homemade satay sauce (bloody excellent)
Herdwick lamb chops with rosemary
Thin slices of peppered beef
Tiny baby new potoatoes (British!) roasted in olive oil and rock salt
Green salad with blue cheese, walnuts and pine nuts
Tomato salad (courtesy of some of our lovely friends)
And then a fanTAStic raspberry Pavlova, again from a friend, and a huge plateful of homemade chocolate profiteroles.
It was all bloody great. We sat in the garden with the fire lit till 1.30 in the morning. I played my guitar a bit, some people sang, nobody asked me to stop, and it was really very lovely.
But as a result, we're a bit dopey and tired today. So I'm off to bed.