No one can dispute the fact that fire heals the spirit. The glow, the bursting flames, the sudden change is both frightening and soothing, and so we stare.... and then we cook some meat.
Usually a sausage fest of note. Loads of sausage, girls. loads. We also cook Marinated chicken, and you'll usually find feta in our salads. sometimes meat gets burnt.Gets serious sometimes and tempers do flare, friendships un hemmed. Its a battle of wit and ingenuity, braun vs hairy back, were wanna be dj's argue merits of folk music. braai philosophy is debated vigorous. belief systems layed upon the table. some problems solved .............some escalated. some fish tales.
''There was once a man, a true man, a private detective with a moustache. With a braaimanship so skilled and honed, a spirit so true, that he quit his PI job for an Call Centre Operator role in a small financial company. On the weekends he braaied. Turned veggies (tarians) into meat eaters, thats how strong his wrists were. Legion has it - He learned his trade in the Congo from a retired fire-fighter, thats what i heard. There are lots of stories, thats the one i choose to believe. Some say he is dancing his way across eastern Europe, strung out on crystal methadone.''
''What a wasted talent''
''but he could dance..................................... couldn't do both though''
nod's all round.
A calm fills us, and we breath deep. sigh blink sip beer.we are all fire staring
'' 15 minutes and i reccon this baby's ready''
''Naah, at least 20, ..... ..... at least!''
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