Oh No! BEags now has me worried, for I have been doing vegetables, well a particular vegetable, on my stout black fellow for years. :O

Mine was an East African favourite in that you take corn on the cob, or maize in African parlance, with all the green leafy bits on. Throw on BBQ alongside some gently searing flesh of beasts. When green leafy bits have nicely charred on the outside, a couple of minutes per "side", take off BBQ peel back charcoaled outer leaves along with still green inner leaves and twist to form a handle. Smother steamed and slightly smoked yellow corn with butter and freshly milled black pepper and hey presto meat and 1 veg. Goes well with an ice cold beer!

Only problem nowadays is finding a (super)market that stocks corn with the leaves still on!!

Prefer it slightly more processed, ie, sadza.

Can't have a braai without a lump of sadza and a good chili, tomato and onion gravy to dip it in. Use the hand to grab a lump, mould into a ball, make depression in ball with thumb and use it to scoop up the gravy and meat juices. Ambrosia.....:ok:

Howabout, I did rather wonder about Kluge and whether he'd got a copy of 'Dr Ian Paisley's Primer of Religious Rhetoric - Godbothering for the Gullible', particularly with his entreaty for me to consume that horrible 'Hello Dolly' thing.... But I'll let him off, as he also suggested no less than 5 Bloody Marys!

The 'Hello Dolly' sounds rather like eating the by-products of a teenager's face....:yuk: Perhaps understandable if you're a teenager of the opposite sex, with more hormones than discretion, 'dancing' in a dark room whilst indulging in somewhat optimistic fumbling and groping, but not for those of more mature years.

Roly, trying to find the vegetable you describe up in the land of the DFMB must surely be a problem? But as your recipe undoubtedly stems from the days when most of the map of Africa was still coloured Empire Red, I think you might be forgiven for your vegetablist lapse!

As for SRT's rather third-worldly ethnic pap, thumb and gravy thing......:hmm:

.....ok back down to earth now chaps after that quasi religious sojourn - have been BBQ'ing whole sardines recently (must have something to do with the alchemy of loaves and fishes - recession proof eating etc). But it's all ok now. The twitch is subsiding slowly and I shaved my beard ;)


In the Sterns' Encyclopedia of Bad Taste, Surf 'n' Turf epitomizes culinary kitsch: "the point...is to maximize hedonistic extravagance" by ordering the two most expensive things on the menu; that is, the menu is guided not by aesthetic concerns, but for the sake of vulgar display.

Which of you are guilty of "vulgar display" on a Weber ?

It is time to confess.....


......for you shall burn in the fires of ...........sh!t the twitch has come back - down boy

Oi! Woss wrong wiff us effnics then...?:}

I'm sure your ethnic mielie pap, sheba and mopani worms are probably quite lekker, bru....:eek:

However, I shall leave you to it, thanks!

Tonight will see some pig (if it ever stops sneezing) being sacrificed to the Lord Weber, I think.....:ok:

You betcha, bwana...:ok:

Try snoek on the braai as well. Paint the flaked open fish with a mixture of butter and apricot jam and place on the grill skin side down for a few minutes with a layer of foil over it. Use the fingers to pull chunks off and devour with fresh mielie bread.

750 ml (3 cups) fresh sweetcorn, cut from the cob
45 ml (3 tablespoons) cake flour
7,5 ml (1/2 tablespoon) baking powder
30 ml (2 tablespoons) butter
15 ml (1 tablespoon) sugar
5 ml (1 teespoon) salt


1. Mince the corn in a meat mincer or food processor. Mix all the ingredients thoroughly.

2. Sprinkle extra cake flour lightly on a damp cloth and spoon the mixture onto it. Fasten, allowing room for the bread to rise. Or turn the mixture into a greased pudding mould or tin with an airtight lid.

3. Steam for 2 hours in boiling water

4. Cut into slices, butter while still hot and serve.

SRT, some of your last post was dangerously close to...........gas
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I mean, a recipe? Blokes do TLAR*, not recipes! And as for something which has to be boiled for 2 hours? Surely one's servant does that??

Snoek. Snoek?? As far as I'm aware, that creature hasn't been sold here in the crucible of Empire since the end of rationing.... Or so my late parents told me.

Anyway, tonight's pig bits (medallions annointed with copious chilli and teriyaki) were brilliant!

Hope you're still digging pits to cook enough food to keep your township well fed?











*That Looks About Right

One has been told biting cows in the face before setting fire to them for dinner is tres infra dig. Apparently SNAGs (sensitive new age guys) get more tottie than us Neanderthals so one is holding the pose in order to con a nubile young ntombezaan with big mazumbies within range.

The snoek will have been caught bare handed and snatched from the jaws of a shark by the chef of course. None of this frozen stuff if you please.

The mielie bread makes a good lining for more beer while the ntombezaan does the dishes.:E

Prophets, Kluge and SRT
 

BEagle,

Brilliant. While I didn't exactly have the analogy right in my head, the 'eating the by-products' comment sort of nails it for me. I agree: I'll give 'Hello' a miss and progress straight to the Bloody Marys. It won't be the first time I've fasted to satisfy Kluge's prophets in pursuit of absolute purification.

Also, as a dedicated afficianado of the longer form of the game, I could never, ever countenance a Weber being used for something as base as 'grilling.' I think you are right Moriarty (BEagle), regarding heresy on the part of SRT. I, too, suspect that the abomination, known unto the Lord as gas, may have gripped his soul.

And the fires of damnation will descend upon thee, SRT, if thou does not mend thy ways and, yeah, surrender this vile and base pusuit of instant (and short form of the game) gratification........ Jeez, Sorry, I didn't realise that Kluge's affliction was contagious and could be transmitted via the net. And I was worried about a 'flu pandemic.

As for Ian Paisley, I always thought that Dave Allen was a much more believable Ian Paisley.

Gas? One is pure, being of the ascetic persuasion and using only that ordained by the fire gods to perform the ritual of tanning a chop or three. Only the most pure are able to use the half oil drum and strip of expanded steel with any success, unlike you bunch of gaylords and your Weber abominations.

I fear a schism is imminent....

I guess I'll have to throw my hat in with the Gas brigade.

I recieved a large Outback BBQ for my birthday (after having asked for it) Cost in early January: £99.00. Now on sale for £229.00.

Sprinkle on some Oak chips for that smoked taste but none of the prehistoric problems of charcoal.

I still use charcoal now and then on holiday, it just reminds me how good a decent gas set up is.

I guess that'll be a brown hat then?

Don't knock it until you've tried it :)

Back on page 5:

Food is what goes on the Barbie. Salad is what food eats.

Charcoal from a packet, lighter fluid, gas - all on the gay side IMHO.

Pile of bricks stacked up, or objects made of steel reconfigured (especially with welding equipment) and wood, lit with wood (and perhaps a bit of paper.).

BEagle,

Vegetables? Instruction manual?

My sources inform me you are now the owner of a diesel fuelled vehicle. Care to confirm or deny?

Checkboard

You're not my long lost twin, are you?

Diesel..... DIESEL?? Hell, no. Diesel might be OK for tractors and farm machinery, but it is simply NOT an Officer's fuel!

My motor has a 354bhp supercharged engine, which runs on petrol - for which it has a thirst of Oliver Reed level!

SRT and Checkerboard, the Ethinc Twins, whilst making fire (other than with 2 sticks) might well have only been a recent discovery in your parts of the world, using left overs from old building sites for your 'braai' might be rather eco-freako-recyclo, bordering on the 'green'.... Besides, who needs to fire up such a furnace just to cook a few snags?

Diesel indeed..... Still recovering from that insult!

At least he didn't accuse you of owning a Hybrid.


I imagine that you would be both choosing your pistols from a felt lined, oak case at dawn tomorrow if he did.

Very true!

Actually, a fellow PPRuNer has a car which runs on either petrol or bottled fart - but the latter is a ruse to avoid paying more tax to Incapability Brown and Idiot Darling, so I'll let him off.

But would any PPRuNer admit to owning a Totyota Penis or whatever that half-milk float thing is called.....:eek: