BBQ

Once a month we have a get together here of guys.  Sorta like Men’s Shed but different.  It is an early gathering at 7am but at least a free breakfast awaits.
Once upon a time I was involved in the cooking and I was stressed to the max.  It is funny some take to cooking like a duck to water.  Not me.  Not me when the pressure is on anyway.  I enjoy it when I can go at my own pace, and it is not for more than a dozen.
That is where others come in.  A guy cooks the bbq sausages, onions and bacon.  Merril kindly does eggs and disappears before people arrive.  I had eggs last time when Merril was away but they never made it.  They reckon do something badly enough and you will never be asked again.  I reckon I qualify.  This time Merril is here and peace prevails.
I am ok at public speaking and saying g’day to people but don’t ask me to cook.  I had to speak one time and a young fella asked me if I was nervous.  I remember telling him I may be but I was not giving anything away.
I was having this get together of a Friday night with cooking and all but that was a disaster.  The people that came the last morning it was on was equivalent to the previous three times.  It seems the early morning rising is easier to combat than the Friday night.  Besides the Broncos played on the Friday nights and that accounted for a couple of guys.  I guess it was easier for me to miss as unless it is a final, I like to find out scores the next day.
So our bbq was put to use.  It is a real local knowledge thing.  The first time I used it to cook sausages they were more like burnt offerings.  We learned to lower the heat.
Now someone else is cooking I am finding out more about it.  There are patches where it cooks in a hurry and some places that seem to have no heat at all.   It would be helpful though if it were consistent.  Today there were places that hardly cooked at all last time, that did the job this time.
I did tell the person that did the cooking that someone had said how beautiful it was (and it was).  His comment. “I believe in miracles.”
So, we had a good feed and a good chat and liked what we heard from the guy that visited and spoke to us.  And there is some left over.  We have put aside some to eat ourselves and because we will not get to it all the birds will get some too.  We are all happy campers.