The battle of the braai

We don’t really braai at home by ourselves, although we are often invited to bring-and-braais.

But, since my parents are visiting from Nelspruit, we decided to test out our new second-hand braai – the one we poached from neighbours who have moved to Dundee.

Your Highness organised enough wood to set the suburb on fire, but we were set and ready to light up (the fire).

The previous weekend we had a test drive, just to make sure everything works perfectly and since it was my idea, I was the braaimaster for the day. Just to boost my ego, it turned out perfectly. Beginner’s luck, I thought to myself, but I will never admit it out loud. I have an image to uphold, you know.

Saturday night was just the night to test his new skills, Your Highness said to me. He often boasts about his amazing braai skills, but being a journalist, I only work on fact and to date he has been unable to prove to me that his words are true.

He stacked the wood, used a bit of paper to get the fire ignited (he said it’s not necessary to buy firelighters) and we waited. Eventually he hauled out the hairdryer to get the fire going again and we waited. Nothing.

Not to be outsmarted and while we waited, I started to prepare a bonfire because we wanted to braai marshmallows too. I got my fire going in no time while Your Highness was still struggling. Eventually the chicken was on the braai, and we waited. His excuse was the wood was wet. I’m still chewing on that.

After two hours it was clear that we needed to implement Plan B – the microwave. I must say the chicken had a smoky taste but it was still delicious.

Methinks I shall take over braai duties from now on.

Until next week, enjoy spring.

Ciao

  AUTHOR
Roelien Vorster

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