Virtually every Saturday evening, The Husband lights a fire and we braai (barbecue) and I have an almost night off. I usually slope down the road for a catch-up with the girls (or whomever...) and head home in time to do the salad and mandatory potato for him. Yesterday was no different.
Except when I got home, The Husband said -
I'd like you to
look atsmell the meat.
I didn't need to smell. It smelt and didn't look right, either. It was pork, so there was no question where that was destined and it was definitely not the braai or our dinner plates.
It's a thing that in South Africa one doesn't braai without boerewors (spiced, farm sausage), so there was at least a small coil of that. But definitely not sufficient to satisfy the carnivore who lives for his weekly braai.
Fortunately there was a Plan B and although he had to feed the fire, we wouldn't go hungry. You might remember about a month ago, we did boerewors rolls one Saturday and that we'd totally over catered?
In the freezer, more boerwors - cut to size - and hot dog rolls.
So it was: boerewors rolls to the rescue. With onion marmalade left over from burger night.
A side salad makes it a meal, not a snack. Call me, I don't know, but a hot dog, even a loaded one, is not a "proper" meal.
And, finally, lashings of the best tomato ketchup: All Gold Tomato Sauce.
I didn't think I'd be back here so soon, but here I am with yet another sandwich offering!
Until next time, be well
Fiona
The Sandbag House
McGregor, South Africa
Photo: Selma
Post script
If this post might seem familiar, it's because I'm doing two things:
@artywink
@hive.blog and Canva.