I'd like to thank Ben, Rosabel, Katherine, and the good folks at their new flat for a fine evening's BBQ.
The last of my bulk purchase from Westmere Butchery was the second Lamb Eye Fillet, freshly defrosted and drowning in it's own blood. It was slightly oozy, so an extra plastic bag was required to transport it (by foot) to the BBQ.
The event was well under way when I arrived. This was emphasised by Jonathan turning around with a face full of sausage. Good times.
I managed to arrive right as a lull in the partially lop-sided BBQ was happening, so briskly emptied the contents of drippy bag onto the BBQ. TsssssssssFUCKYEAH!
Someone had obviously and potentially obliviously cranked the BBQ way past eleven for some time. Shit was burning after a few seconds and I had to monitor the Fillet more intensely than usual.
Amateurs.
After a quick re-adjustment of the gas, the Burny BBQ was at a more cookable temperature in no time.
I was slightly worried that the Lamb Eye Fillet was potentially the source of my irritable stomach days earlier, so cooked it foir longer than I would normally. It was still pretty good.
Notable food included Katherine's Lentil Burgers, which when uncooked fooled many people into believing they were chocolate chip covered biscuits, including myself.
Amateur.
Someone made a delicious Beetroot and Avocado salad. It also had carrot and Celery and was really nice. Someone else also made the most delicious cupcakes. I couldn't move while eating one of those. I couldn't do anything. Praises would have to wait 'til I came back from cupcake heaven. I heard it was some girl called Emily. Fucking nice job, Emily.
I would also like to commend Ben on his new garden.
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