Sigonella Picnic
Every once in a while, my friends from 'the other side' of the island come to 'the good side of the island'. These are the folks who work for the US Department of Defense, most of them no in uniformed service, but rather as civilians, and they live outside the confines of the Naval Air Station, many of them on the slopes of Mt. Etna in Nicolosi.
The other weekend, my friend Rob came for a visit for a few days, and he was joined the next day by two other couples. They all ended up staying at the Bed and Breakfast nearby (Torre Tabia - excellent, and of course run by friends), but they also brought over hampers of food for a good old fashioned barbecue.
It was fun for me. I had forgotten about things like 'match light charcoal', indeed I had almost forgotten about briquettes. We use mostly charcoal that is made in Tunisia here, and shipped across the channel to us.
Suzanne and Rob getting ready to turn the cooking over to Matt.
Anyway, they had potato salad, other salad, baked beans. All was yummy. And I did not have to do a thing. Matt was the grill meister, and he grilled pork loins, chicken, and Italian sausage. The kids next door went wild, and seemed like them might even fall into the grill as they looked at the strange ways that Americans prepared meat. For me, the funniest thing was that they had bought and brought Italian Sausage that had been made in the US. Matt explained that in that was he was sure what he was getting because of the ingredient label.
Me, I just go to the butcher, show him the pieces of pork I want, watch him grind it, and then watch him stuff the casing. Simple as that. No preservatives. But then again the Italian word Preservativo means condom, so I really do not want any preservativos in my sausage here, not even around my sausage, thank you very much.
Anyway, preservatives or no, I did get my bacon and peanut butter, and had a great time with you guys. Come again soon. Sorry Jo and Christine, next time your photos will appear, almost as if by magic.
The other weekend, my friend Rob came for a visit for a few days, and he was joined the next day by two other couples. They all ended up staying at the Bed and Breakfast nearby (Torre Tabia - excellent, and of course run by friends), but they also brought over hampers of food for a good old fashioned barbecue.
It was fun for me. I had forgotten about things like 'match light charcoal', indeed I had almost forgotten about briquettes. We use mostly charcoal that is made in Tunisia here, and shipped across the channel to us.
Suzanne and Rob getting ready to turn the cooking over to Matt.
Me, I just go to the butcher, show him the pieces of pork I want, watch him grind it, and then watch him stuff the casing. Simple as that. No preservatives. But then again the Italian word Preservativo means condom, so I really do not want any preservativos in my sausage here, not even around my sausage, thank you very much.
Anyway, preservatives or no, I did get my bacon and peanut butter, and had a great time with you guys. Come again soon. Sorry Jo and Christine, next time your photos will appear, almost as if by magic.
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