Mutton

We didn't cater for our weekend away in Port Alfred.  Instead, we arrived. Then we went shopping.

In keeping with the theme of our holiday, when we'd stocked up on bread, we went hunting for meat.  There was a vague menu plan;  that we'd eat at least 3 times a day, and we'd braai when it was dark.

Nic and Jay returned with a herd of old sheep neatly packed into a jumbo mutton bonanza pack.  I voiced my approval and we went looking for less-essentials.

Alas, our meat megaload turned out to be a wolf in sheeps clothing.  The not so nice parts of an old and sinewy wolf... to be sure.  But these are just life lessons, filed alongside the invaluable chicken-pie know how I've gleaned in the past three years.

All the ladies in our lives will be pleased to know, that the over-riding sentiment, following Sunday night's supper was that girls definitely up the ante when it comes to meal times.  That said, all that time saved by forfeiting salad, a decorated table and a table... meant we made the build up to round one of 2011's MotoGP in Qatar.