It coincided with locals night which is pizza night, which meant that someone else cooked for my family, while I drank wine. That’s a winning combination in my books. My girls are the only kids I know who refuse ham & pineapple pizza – I have to ask that the pineapple is changed to olives – every time the cook at the pub shakes his head at me.
It was cold outside during cooking, which meant that the beer stayed cold.
And thankfully the BBQ provided some warmth.
This week the sausage’s almost looked the same. Which was good for the blind testing. Symmo had made his a little tidier this week too which I was pleased to see.
While the cooking went down, things were heating up inside. People arriving, grabbing a drink, a spot by the fire, something to eat.
I think they lost the B sign from last week, it was no where to be seen. It was hard to grab a piece with so many people there.
While votes were being counted the girls had their picture taken with the celebrity cook. They were too busy eating to smile.
This is what being part of a community looks like, and I love it.
The boys were getting nervous – calming their nerves – with more beer.
Then it was time! Ed rang the bell to announce the winner. Important business was at hand.
Can you FEEL THE TENSION? Symmo just looked tipsy, but Matt! The seriousness!
And the winner? B! Matt the Butcher’s son won! Symmo went down in a pork, pistachio and sherry blaze of glory!
He was fierce competition though. Matt now has to go to the REGIONALS. It’s quite the competition.
And the winner? Well, that was one Daisy Macdonald. Who had her colouring in she did for Ed put up on the noticeboard. She was quite pleased with herself.
Next year I sense a need for myself to enter. Don’t you? I am no sausage maker, but with a year to hone my skills, I just think I could be.