Tonight, dear reader, I take a step ever closer to the remote antipodean specie known as The Australian.
If you thought Australia Day was a step too far for any self respecting Brit (see piccie), think again.
For tonight I shall be hosting my very first Aussie Barbie. A casual post work affair, I reckon there will be abour 12 people, burgers and bangers (I drew the line at Kanga Bangas and shrimps).
Kenny is supplying some very Australian Dry July stubby coolers, but is resolutely saying that as an initiation I must be left entirely alone in charge of the BBQ (sorry, barbie). Apparently his one concession will be to pass stuff through the kitchen window out to the balcony where I shall be cooking.
Everything is ready to go, and I am really excited! My only problem is that I want to make herby bread (family recipe - BBQ essential) but while Sydney is rich with Turkish Bread, Ciabatta and suchlike, I cannot find a good ol' fashioned UNSLICED English bloomer anywhere!
Still, mate, the grog is in the fridge, the sangers are ready for the barbie, the weather is a beaut. She'll be right!
So where the bloody hell are you? (he he!)