We did celebrate again. The day was filled with a lot of excitement - they are working on our street, and first they sprung a gas leak right in front of our house. Then, while fixing the gas leak, they broke the water pipes. I was laid back today, so I just laughed and let the boys look at all the fancy machines, but on a day that I actually had to get things done it would have been pretty frustrating. The men were all very polite and apologetic, and the gas and water was back on by 5 pm, so it wasn't a disaster. Later, when I fetched the mail, I met some neighbors in the street who still did not have gas. They were all on their way to eat out. The Mayor of our little city actually lives across the street from us, so I told her that we are making a fire and that I know that there is a burn ban but that we will be really careful. She gave us the go ahead.
We made the fire with logs and branches that keep falling from the Ceder Elm trees in our yard.
I marinated the meat and the onions in a mixture of red wine, balsamic vinegar, olive oil, brown sugar, soy sauce and garlic.
We made a table out of the stack of pavers (cobblestones) that is waiting for someone to come and pave with them. (We are just renting, the owners of the house decide every now and then to do something to the property, but it does not always happen as soon as they said it would). Most of the time I find that an endearing trait, especially as it makes me feel less inadequate for not always keeping up with the schedule!
Now that, dear Americans, is braaivleis. Do not get me wrong, I like hamburgers and brats as much as the next person, but this is what my mind conjures up if someone says "barbeque".
An artsy perspective, to show off my pretty bowls, a gift from my sister.
The children sat on a blanket to eat, we just sat on chairs and ate with the plates on our laps.
It was a good celebration, with our family, at our house. Just the way we like it.