So, with the husband having recently purchased a new garden cooking toy and it being the Eid extended weekend break, we decided that hosting a BBQ would be a phenomenally good idea. How wrong we were!
Firstly, for future reference, preparing a villa and food for 10 guests with a teething 9 month old is not any fun. Especially when you have a husband (who requested the BBQ in the first place) deciding to tell you at 11am that he HAS to watch the NRL final at midday when everyone is arriving at 2pm. A morning of bickering between husband and wife followed with a whining baby giving his two pennies worth. With the guests arriving early (when normally I can guarantee people would be at least 15 mins late) the afternoon did not begin as I had hoped.
Whilst the men sweated in the garden heat, the wives enjoyed the relief of the air conditioning and unsurprisingly had to occupy the babies. Mine, of course, was the most challenging due to his recent aversion to everyone apart from Mummy and Daddy and mostly screamed in the face of anyone who tried to give him any attention. This new development is something I hope (pray) we can soon grow out of.
As I caught the distinct smell of burning from the garden I congratulated myself on correctly predicting that spending 3000Dhs would make absolutely no difference to the quality of food that we end up serving. Luckily I had managed to prepare three decent salads and had some back up sausages in the oven - oh I know my husband too well! Abandoning the idea of eating outside due to the sauna like conditions, everyone managed to grab a sausage and squeeze into our lounge to enjoy the food. Most guests left early (probably because the sound of our DS screaming had sunk into their bones) and I was left with a hot (not in the sexy sense), angry husband, an upside down villa and a baby who needed calming the heck down. No, a BBQ was not a great idea.
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