Anoppini puutarhassa on vietetty yhdet jos toisetkin grillijuhlat vuosien varrella. Eipä siis ihme, että näin teimme tälläkin kertaa.
Over the years we have had many merry BBQs in my mother-in-law's garden. And what a lovely garden it is! This is how all BBQs should be: Under the green trees, white linen table runners, glasses and candles. I wish the terrace season in Finland would be a bit longer so I could do this at home. Of course my cooking is never as clever as this! PAstapesto, rice salad and ricottabell peppers are regulars in these parties. My brother-in-law and his spouse had gotten a whole bunch of meat from the local farm shop - what a quality! I was so full that I didn't need to eat meat for the rest of my stay... What a lovely day we had - uncles playing with little top fish, Ian relentlessly grilling and of course everyone laughing as it is a British party, so humor is not forgotten. Yes I know, I know very little of it, but have come a long way from 10 years ago, when I first saw Blackadder and thought these guys were mentalists by birth... Thank you very much for the food and company, I had a great time. My son obviously thinks he had a great time too as he hasn't stopped babbling along since then on his own language. On the night of the BBQ he gave a long performance of 'Puss in Boots' dance in the livingroom and made sure everyone watched him and clapped hands - autistic behavior? Well... He's a social autistic boy, that's for sure. If there's enough apples and cars around, it's his comfort zone. And as we all, he's very comfortable in granny's garden.