Stuart’s off to see the world again – Thailand, Australia, and then wherever else his serendipitous path takes him – so we had one final weekly barbecue last night.
For awhile it was just Stuart and the girls – Zita, Ruth, Mary Jane, Julie and me – but then TC showed up. For awhile. Before he dozed off, he had some wise words about the food chain, but I forget what they were. I knew I should have written them down.
Speaking of the food chain, I can’t believe I ate this:
This is Stuart administering last rites.
This is what the poor lobster looked like after it was boiled alive in a giant stockpot with a bunch of its buddies. Julie, by the way, somehow managed to accidentally sit on the giant steaming stockpot on the porch, but I wasn’t quick enough with the camera to catch that. (Hope your bum’s okay today Julie.)
We also had potatoes, barbecued beef, chicken satay, green and white asparagus and french bread. And wine. Lots of wine. (Which might explain why I arrived home with two scarves and no mittens last night, and why I’ve got a bit of a thumper today.)
Mary Jane is a Seed Analyst, and she brought something for show and tell.
These are 30-year-old wild oat seeds, and Mary Jane sowed her wild oats right there in front of us!
All in all it was a most excellent evening, despite the carnage.
Update: Stuart got his brand new shiny blog up and running, so we can all live vicariously through him as he travels around the world.
hey there!!!
artist in the bud???hope all is well and all ok here.
take care.
Stuart