Saturday, October 21, 2006
ANCIENT AFGHANS AND FOOD MAGNETISM...........
So much for the barbeque season.
The Clan Morley and Clan Kaszubscy barbeque was on today at the house of Brian and Barbara.
The scheduled offerings of burnt meat to the gods was not enough to stave off the anger of Zeus.
It was cold and rather miserable so the entire affair was transported indoors.
A noble and worthwhile decision, if it were not for the 90 year old Afghan rug on the floor of the studio.
This aged tapestry had surely witnessed many a feast in it's time, but nothing could have prepared it for the assault dished out today.
Brian and Chris's expert handling of the wood fired barbeque produced much meat of the bovine and avian variety that was cooked just so, as well as a burn on Brian's thumb due to the tongs being in too close a proximity to the fire.
Good for us, but apparently didn't quite come up to Chris's standards.
As soon as he'd filled his plate and sat down he threw the whole lot, butter side down, onto the antique fibres.
Beetroot, sausage, steak, salad, asparagus, bread, etc now adorned this fabulous piece of Mazar craftsmanship that had managed to survive the British, the Russian invasion, the telly ban and of course the U.S. led coalition of hooligans.
Out of support for Chris, we all then proceeded to turf various foods onto the said rug.
Poor Barbara was running around with a rag trying to keep up with the constant cascade of tucker, which was now coming down from all directions.
Somehow in the process, the red wine managed to stay in the glasses provided.
The food that didn't end up as underfoot decorations went straight down our gullets and filled our cavernous stomachs.
And might tasty it was too.
;)
.
The Clan Morley and Clan Kaszubscy barbeque was on today at the house of Brian and Barbara.
The scheduled offerings of burnt meat to the gods was not enough to stave off the anger of Zeus.
It was cold and rather miserable so the entire affair was transported indoors.
A noble and worthwhile decision, if it were not for the 90 year old Afghan rug on the floor of the studio.
This aged tapestry had surely witnessed many a feast in it's time, but nothing could have prepared it for the assault dished out today.
Brian and Chris's expert handling of the wood fired barbeque produced much meat of the bovine and avian variety that was cooked just so, as well as a burn on Brian's thumb due to the tongs being in too close a proximity to the fire.
Good for us, but apparently didn't quite come up to Chris's standards.
As soon as he'd filled his plate and sat down he threw the whole lot, butter side down, onto the antique fibres.
Beetroot, sausage, steak, salad, asparagus, bread, etc now adorned this fabulous piece of Mazar craftsmanship that had managed to survive the British, the Russian invasion, the telly ban and of course the U.S. led coalition of hooligans.
Out of support for Chris, we all then proceeded to turf various foods onto the said rug.
Poor Barbara was running around with a rag trying to keep up with the constant cascade of tucker, which was now coming down from all directions.
Somehow in the process, the red wine managed to stay in the glasses provided.
The food that didn't end up as underfoot decorations went straight down our gullets and filled our cavernous stomachs.
And might tasty it was too.
;)
.
