Braai-ing

Not a word but should be.

South Africans like meat. They do. When I was growing up, I loved meat too. I probably still do but just don't know it. Why else would it smell so ridiculously good while being grilled on old-fashioned hard wood coals? Only when we travel, I fall off the veggie wagon every once in a while with a small, sneaky bite of something meaty. Not Mr. M, though. He would rather starve than take one bite of meat. Thanks to the foresight and thoughtfulness of the dinner committee for this evening, we didn't have to eat meat or starve and enjoyed some deelish veggie kebabs with a beautiful spread of salads instead. Thanks for taking care of a couple of veg-heads, B! x

Sis and H came through for the afternoon. A whole lot of family dropped by for coffee, eats and to see us. It was a fun day.