BBQ Aspirations
July 8th 2008 12:42
For a while now, I’ve had a desire to partake of mounds of roasted meat, pig on a spit, crackling pork and roast lamb that slithers off the bone. Not just the eating of, but cooking of, such grand greasy things. Together with a friend of mine we have bought a bbq pot with what our budget would allow (for $100 we got an inverted helmet), and quested forward in our culinary adventure. The first weeks saw lamb chops and t-bones cooking slowly on our charcoal-burner. There was talk of rotating pig and rabbit, and where we could buy such things, of how easy it would be to emulate the feats of gastronomic excellence we saw on TV. But it never came to. Each week as we bought our supplies it was the same supermarket plastic-wrapped chops, which weren’t bad; mind you. I began to wonder why I desired these impractical dishes. When I thought of cooking these things, images of medieval tables laden with suckling pig and freshly caught birds rotating, sprung to mind. Grapes and cheese draped inbetween. Was it a desire to make mundane life grand one day a week? Or was it the primitive desire to make your meal with your own hands? I don’t know. But we’ll probably put off that spit roast we were planning. Maybe next time.
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