A few weeks ago two neighbours and myself organized a street BBQ. We made up flyers, posted them and then due to weather changed the date. So tonight is the night and looking up at the sky seeing clouds flit by I can only hope the sun stays out and decides to give us a lovely dry summery evening.
Because it’s a bit of a pot-luck I still have to get some preparations done so while I sit here and type I have dough rising waiting to be made into bread, chops marinating in the fridge and I am about to get the mixer out to make some muffins for a bit of sweet after all the meat.
With my apron fixed with a bow at my middle, my curly mad hair up in a bun and flour adorning my face, hands and yes clothes as I do always manage to miss my still pristine piny, I look like a domestic superhero, Culinaria springs to mind and taste buds.
My superpowers seem to be extreme multitasking, as I whisk, kneed and measure all at the same time, my taste-buds are enhanced as I can taste even the smallest trace of cumin (e-ugh) and ginger (yucky) but love hints of rosemary, thyme, aniseed and basil, and then there is that sixth sense of knowing when the dough is ready, the pavlova done and the souffle risen to perfection.
So while I let my alter ego Culinaria create tasty delights I can’t help but sing and dance along to Etta James today and hope that her heartbreaking rendition of Stormy Weathers doesn’t become a reality tonight and force us all to huddle up indoors or under umbrellas.