du feu

Every man is a pyromaniac, isn't he? Therefore it was time to start a fire – a large one! But first it was barbecue time! First use the fire and then - when dawn starts - let it grow! A location was needed and nothing was better qualified for the fire as the fishpond of Max's father.

I drove down the field path in such a way as to scare my mom and arrived right in time for the beginning of the sausage grill. Christoph donated the event with a salmon trout that was well done by Max.
So putting all together the sauces, the sausages, the meat, the salmon trout, the roast potatoes and the salad would have made a huge bowl of mud but we ate civilized and – for sure – with knife and fork ;-) Having a couple of beers the BBQ expired around midnight!