I can still smell smoke
Last night was a good time of hanging out with bible study people. Ben was round in the late arvo to put a bunch of wood, heat beads and metho into the spit roast and get a decent fire going, and then after a little while, the spinning meat went on to cook.
We took it off about 2 and a half hours later, being sure that the two chickens and kilo or so of lamb would be done. The lamb was great; the chickens were barely even warm. So strange. But I guess the coals just weren’t hot enough. Still, after some discecting of the chickens and some quick grilling on the BBQ, we had a bit of a laugh and enjoyed some good meats, along with some awesome other foods.
But I swear that even now, 24 hours later, I can still smell the smoke from the spit on me. It’s awesome, don’t get me wrong… but I just wonder if I’m crazy or not.
Tomorrow marks 3 weeks of being a Westleigh resident – woo! And hopefully on the weekend, we’ll celebrate by going out to Mulgrave to a furniture warehouse to buy a gorgeous 8 seater dining table and new coffee table; both in the same stain of wood. The dining table will live in our back room, turning that into a nice formal dining area. And I will be excited about a coffee table with drawers under it to stash all the junk in meaning that the top will stay clean! That’s the theory anyway.
And sometime soon I’ll need to get the outdoor setting down off the grass – it’s been in two straight weeks of rain, so I think it’s had enough now. I just need to wait for it to dry completely so I can clean it and then oil it. That will be a fun weekend of work!
Someone said to me a little while ago, “you don’t have weekends anymore – you just have time away from the office to maintain your house.”