I'm trying to imagine a Scottish/Irish/Greek/Jewish/Ouchy food fest.
Someone would arrive with a whole slaughtered lamb draped around their neck like an elderly great aunt wearing a fox fur stole.
A pit will be dug in the rented garden, lined with blocks from the rented drive (Skip permitting) and a fire set.
Whisky, from the Western Isles, Jack will know which distillery by its very aroma will be thrown in.
The hole will be filled with the contents of the compost bin and wellington boots that tramped the bogs of Ireland for generations.
It will be left for the day to 'cook'.
During this time kosher salt stories will be told.
A fight will break out but it'll all work out ok when someone breaks song and Jack is begged to sing something by Daniel O Donnell.
As it gets dark, Zorba's Dance will be performed around the smoking fire pit, which is fully under control because of Jack and her father's combined years of "Fire Service".
Everyone will declare it the best meal ever.
Kombucha will be drunk.
Now Mazel bleeping Tov.
Someone would arrive with a whole slaughtered lamb draped around their neck like an elderly great aunt wearing a fox fur stole.
A pit will be dug in the rented garden, lined with blocks from the rented drive (Skip permitting) and a fire set.
Whisky, from the Western Isles, Jack will know which distillery by its very aroma will be thrown in.
The hole will be filled with the contents of the compost bin and wellington boots that tramped the bogs of Ireland for generations.
It will be left for the day to 'cook'.
During this time kosher salt stories will be told.
A fight will break out but it'll all work out ok when someone breaks song and Jack is begged to sing something by Daniel O Donnell.
As it gets dark, Zorba's Dance will be performed around the smoking fire pit, which is fully under control because of Jack and her father's combined years of "Fire Service".
Everyone will declare it the best meal ever.
Kombucha will be drunk.
Now Mazel bleeping Tov.