Seven hour braai at our place. Grumpy back. Bit sore. Was fun, though. Now knackered.
Worried about how the blog is slipping further and further from my mind. Need to get back into a schedule and a rhythm.
Let’s start tomorrow.
Seven hour braai at our place. Grumpy back. Bit sore. Was fun, though. Now knackered.
Worried about how the blog is slipping further and further from my mind. Need to get back into a schedule and a rhythm.
Let’s start tomorrow.
An impromptu braai this evening, so I’ve suddenly been busy prepping a decent fillet with some Hendo’s and spice, some lamb ribbetjies in a smoky chipotle sauce, and a bit of peri-peri chicken as a vegetarian option.
And a pretty awesome salad. This isn’t a cookery blog – it’s not really an anything blog – but I might have to share the simple recipe for that one at some point. Sooooo good.
Not now though, because I have to go and light a fire.
See you tomorrow!
Horror show from United this afternoon. We were poor, they were poor, the ref was poor, my internet connection was poor. Our luck was out. Very frustrating.
We’re all a bit deflated.
But I’m not going to dwell on it. There’s a braai lit, there’s local Shiraz full of white pepper and blackberries, there’s a sunset and there’s my new for 22 playlist.
Life could be worse.
Last night was fun.
Spotted a spider in the back garden as the sun went down.
Friends round for a braai soon afterwards (new braai not quite ready yet).
Drinks, laughter, chat. Almost like old times.
Quick dip in the pool at 1am before bed. Much needed lie-in this morning.
I’m feeling surprisingly sprightly today. Not sure how.
Today’s happenings, alluded to in yesterday’s post, can now be revealed:
It are a new braai!
[fanfare/fireworks]
Probably the thing I have missed most about our old place is the braai. I have a portable one here, and it does the job, but it’s just not the same. We’ve been here for a year now, and while we could have rushed in and put a new braai in anywhere, it seemed sensible to wait and see which bits of the garden got the wind, which bits we used most and for what etc etc. This side of the patio was one of three shortlisted potentials, and seems to make the most sense. It has a roof, it’s protected from the wind from at least some directions (yes Capetonians, including that one), it’s convenient, but not IN YOUR FACE as you use the rest of the space outside, and it didn’t require any plants or grass to be destroyed.
The builders turned up on time (to the minute, nogal) this morning and the first foundations are already down and drying. As you can see, the unit – weighing 154kg!! – has also arrived and just by hearing them struggling with getting it from the bakkie to the back garden (I offered to help!), I know that they are really looking forward to lifting it into position once the structure is built.
Inauguration by the end of next week, we’re told.
Cannot. Wait.