Coals and chestnuts...

I had a BBQ at a Fatty's place today. I really don't know why, but I felt that it was such a neanderthal-ish experience. The sheer amount of MEAT they gave me was quite perverse*, seeing as how I'm used to a super rice-packed Asian diet (which is SO much better than Lebanese food mind you). And it was cooked over a coal BBQ; as in a metal case-thingy propped up on 4 metal rods, filled with coals, just glowing, and the meat was cooked on that.

Anyway, later, when everyone finished eating I just sat in front of the coals, and played around with them. The glow was nice. It was such a cave-man moment, with the feral cats fighting over my food scraps....

I ate chestnuts roasted in the hot coals. They were very sweet.

*It reminded me of that scene in the first Mortal Kombat movie where some huge guy is sitting in front of a table packed with food and he grabs a large drumstick and munches it and then chucks it away...

That was the first movie I ever watched in cinemas OK! I'm allowed to obsess over it and remember completely irrelevant scenes!!!