Barbeque and book swap

I was weaned on barbeques in Okinawa. In such a subtropical paradise, having a barbeque was a normal community activity. Every family would prepare and bring their own. As a kid, I sampled all sorts of barbequed meat and vegetables and learned that the best thing to do was to marinate them beforehand.

Ironically, it never occurred to me to use the built-in brick barbeque pit in my garden until a young man suggested he'd help me get the barbeque set that's on sale last year. Until then, I was a damsel in distress who stared at the empty pit wondering what I should do with it.

Upon seeing the leftover charcoals from last year's first barbeque (the Purple Piano Potluck Party), I decided to hold another barbeque. Here are highlights from the magnificent outdoor event. Thank you, Ayyub for bringing your digital camera!


the cheerful chefs at the barbeque	My NLP teacher and a neighbour	Two of my lovely neighbours	Architect and neighbour	Architects and a neighbour

Architect, neighbour, and architect	the chefs and friends waiting patiently for their food	Oops! from the writing course	So what I say!	If you need relationship counselling, ask them

Hello, camera!	In contemplation	After the barbeque	Help in the kitchen	As I was saying,...
	If music is the food of love, what is the love of music?

An aerobics teacher amongst us	Of Swedish and Danish extraction	Viva France!	From Singapore to England	The first time they met was 1.5 years ago here.

After the food comes the singing	Relaxing after the food	The sangria is lovely	So is the singing	Are they singing or chatting?

More sing alongs	The chefs relaxing	Do you know this song?	Let me read you my poem	Hmmmm, I'm either tired or tipsy....