Late yesterday afternoon I looked around my home. I’d been making something for Scott and it was taking way longer than I thought it was going to. (He’d better like it, that’s all I can say!)
I was feeling the pressure of time racing away from me, then I stopped and took a moment to look around and appreciate all of the little things he’s left for us…
Maris certainly enjoys the couch.
We all enjoy hearing the clock, especially in the middle of the night when you briefly surface, wondering what the time is and then hear the chimes. The chimes are so beautiful.
But the thing I appreciated the most was the Gas Bastard 2000.
Otherwise known as a barbeque. A big one. We’ve never owned one before, so it was obviously time for the boys to learn the manly Aussie art of cooking. Here they’re learning the manly art of cleaning.
Only Ryan3 and David2 are home with me, because the other two are off at their father’s for a few days to work in the fruit shop and earn the big bux. So I bought a ‘barbeque pack’ of meat from the supermarket (3 rissoles, 3 steak pieces and a few snags) and told the boys that they were cooking. I handed them some oil, a pair of tongs and a spatula and left them to it.
David2 was the head chef. (If you’re thinking that he looks a little odd, it’s because he went to sleep out in the sun and got burned… even his lips and eyelids. Not recommended; he’s been a miserable boy the last couple of days. He’s starting to peel now… he’s hoping it’s all finished by the time school starts again. ) Scott and Mark also gave us lots of cleaning products and toiletries. David2 has been using a lot of this one on his face, arms and legs…
Ahhhh…. the Nourishing Skin Milk on sunburn. It’s not an Australian summer without it.
Anyway, back to the barbeque.
Look at that! Just like a tv chef! (And the best part is that I’m not doing any of the cooking. All I had to do was whip up a green salad. It was a dream come true.)
So how did they do?
On the whole, not too bad. The sausages exploded slightly and were a touch raw in the middle, but everything else was cooked to a reasonable standard. It was so easy! They cooked the meat while I did the rest, then afterwards Ryan3 wiped the hotplates down and then the boys trundled it back into the garage. All I had to do was rinse off a few plates and stack them in the dishwasher. It was marvellous.
As a little thank you to Scott and Mark, I’m finishing with this. Because I know that with their love of cats, if they were Nazis in WWII, this could have been either one of them: