So, today, I was blessed with two BBQ's. This isn't the first time it has happened, mind you, but it all flowed so naturally, I couldn't give an ounce of resistance.
The first, as follows, was the introduction of the famous Fruit Quesadillas to Jon and Michelle. Jon has become seriously addicted to Quesadillas, and in any other case, I would probably we worried, but since they are quite good for you, I will let him have his binge without intervening.
It's only fair and right.
You can see it clearly in Michelle's eyes. Fucking delicious.
Onward.
The evening's events were a response to last night's Tacos.
James has traveled to so many places since I have known him, and I have known him a long time. As a result of this travel, James is a part of the Couch Surfing community, and often has random foreign people staying at his place. Once, he lost an Irish Girl somewhere in Grey Lynn and came back slightly flustered and worried.
Anyway, a lovely French girl, Marine, was staying with James and was present in the semi-drunken taco-fest from the evening before. Marine wanted to return the favour and make some traditional French cuisine.
Being the totally rad dude that I am, I was all for it.
Marine made us Steak Tartare, which is basically an uncooked Burger Pattie. As off-putting as that sounds, it's actually really nice, and I thank you Marine for the experience.
Along with raw meat, we grilled up some of Westmere Butchery's finest Peri-peri Chicken, and James cooked a fuck-load of Potatoes.
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