BBQ

Last night here at Bellaugello Gay Guest House in Umbria, Italy we decided on a barbecue.  Stephen loaded our bbq with fragrant wood, and I busied myself with making salads and baking potatoes and sweetcorn.

The fire stubbornly refused to provide us with the necessary embers first off so it was a late start, however made up by scrumptious bruschetta, local Umbrian bread toasted, rubbed with garlic and drizzled (oh how I hate that word, but it is apt in this instance) with our own Bellaugello cold pressed olive oil.

Grilled corn, chicken, meaty sausages and plump ribs were devoured as the conversation reverted to English, which seems all to often to be the common if not first language of those round the table.  A sagrantino di Montefalco, good robust Umbrian wine complimented the food.

A gentle breeze wafted as we tucked into chilled water-melon and imbibed a variety of grappas and discussed whether or not a midnight dip in the pool was in order…….