I was at a barbeque this past Sunday, very kindly invited there by Joseph and his wife Elisabeth. It was my first such experience in this country and quite nice too.
We had grilled beef steaks, mince meat kebabs, boiled jacket potatoes topped with cheese, sauteed onions and bell peppers, sauteed mushrooms, ciabatta, duck and greens (from Josephs garden), all washed down by copious quantities of beer, wine and other fizzy drinks.
I’ve never had beef steak before and it was a little rarer than what I’m used to eating, since in India we generally cook meat, till its almost a mush. Conversely, it was done more than what Joseph was used to. Considering I’m ok with anything dead these days, cooked or not, the steak wasn’t any problem at all and was quite nice in fact. A little blood never hurt anybody.
While we get all sorts of bread in India, I *love* the ciabatta here and must learn how to bake it. Most shops advertise it as ‘stone baked ciabatta’. Since I doubt if Mr. or Ms Stone is doing the baking, I’ll have to see if there’s a way to get the same crust and texture in my conventional oven.