So now it's the Easter weekend, four days of nothing in particular to do. We opted to stay at home for the weekend instead of getting all hectic, we'll no doubt go for a ride or two, we'll braai and we'll drink beers a plenty. We just thought that sometimes it's better to relax than to go travelling for the weekend and already I'm happy about that decision and enjoying myself.
Last weekend we had a particularly hot Sunday and I decided to do a braai, as John (a friend) said, ~ "What better way to beat the heat than next to a roaring fire?" I hadn't thought of it like that and it was bloody hot.
When doing a braai everyone knows that the right meat is one of the main requirements, but of no less importance is the right hat, choose a hat that suits the occasion, I have plenty and this was the right one for that particular braai.
Obviously the next main element is the fire, ( element - geddit?!) and I got a good one going with rooikrans firewood and a bit of charcoal.
The first item on the menu; Pork belly rashers, one of our absolute favourite braai starters and I rub the rinds with cooking oil and salt before I start,
I braai the rashers a bit on each side to brown them and to "stiffen" up the meat for the next phase, if you don't they are too soft to balance them for crisping up the rinds,
an admiring and hungry audience is always a good thing when doing a braai, balance the rashers against a handy sized piece of wood to get the rinds good and crispy, keep an eye on them - don't let them burn,
Our main course was some lovely thick cut Karoo loin chops, a particular favourite of mine which I marinated with a little Olive oil, Aromat, garlic flakes, crushed black pepper and mixed herbs.
We were recently back at the "Sunset Blues Bar" in Laaiplek for an evening meal and I had been thinking about their prawns for a while but they are also well known for their Portuguese food so I decided to go for the sardines as a starter;
We had a lovely ride home afterwards, it's not particularly far, only about 60kms but it had cooled down quite a bit by then, on the home stretch Janet leaned in against me and I could feel her encouraging me to open it up and on the dual carriageway heading towards Saldanha I wound the big red machine up to 210km/h before I started running out of road, from 210 down to 60km/h as we rode into our home town I felt like I could have gotten off to walk it felt so slow! Janet's a bad influence.