We’ve been in Houston for two and a half years (!!!) and we’ve never before been to the largest rodeo on planet earth. This changes in 2015. We have our season passes, and godammit, we’re going this year (but more on that in another post, y’know, after the Rodeo has happened.) For now, we’ve put ourselves in the mood by attending the World BBQ Championships, or rather, the disco that accompanies it. We did this a couple years back and had a great deal of fun despite discos, dancing, drinking, loud noises, and lasers being my least favourite things.
Above is an image explained in the below list of things learned last night when a few friends came ’round for a spontaneous BBQ: The difference between an opossum and a possum The difference between an opossum and a nutria Rats can climb fences and look cute while doing it A Dodge Caravan looks nothing like a caravan Babies don’t breathe in the womb; they get oxygen from the nutrients in the placenta, but they do ‘practise’ breathing amniotic fluid in latter stages of pregnacy Everyone loves sausages from HEB when they are cooked in beer and onions Everyone loves beer- and sausage-fat simmered onions (The lemon and herb chicken breasts aren’t worthy of a mention) Nectarines definitely have no fuzz (except some actually do) Nectarines can appear on peach trees (and vice versa) If you plant a pip from a nectarine, no fruit will grow on that tree for at least three years, and if it does it’s very likely the fruit will look nothing like the original nectarine it came from The distance Kelly, Claire, and I swam to that little island of the coast of Pangkor was 245.6 smoots; or 798.127 Egyptian old royal cubits; or 3.8 American football fields Mixing banana bread beer and organic chocolate stout works as a dessert beer (!!!)
Late last month Kelly and I, and a small bunch of our mates, braved the opening night of the Houston Rodeo. Actually, this is a little misleading, we attended the ground of the rodeo, but being the first night, none of the things you may associate with a rodeo were happening. Instead of watching cowboys being violently flung from the backs of giant, angry mammals, we spent the evening watching cowboys dancing ferociously and eating Texas BBQ cooked in enormous, repurposed steel pipes.
Doesn’t take long to set up a casual BBQ event in KL; an email a week in advance, a few Whatsapp messages, a trip to the butcher, donning of the classic BBQ shirt and Radwanska-signed BBQ hat, and you’re off! I’ll miss these clowns…
McGauz, the great motivator As James (McGauz)’s arrival was getting closer, I was finally forced to rectify our BBQ situation. By situation I mean lack of one, and by rectify I mean organise a gas bottle and conversion hose to our Aussie BBQ. This was no easy feat. To find a gas bottle was difficult. I was told to go to any service station to pick one up, but none of the many Esso, Caltex, or Shell servos had one.