I hate Hearts. And I wanna play it over and over and over again. That's the consequence of boardgaming too much; you acquire such a competitive mindset that you just wanna thrash every single opponent you have out there, include the poor fella (in this case, Gordon) who taught you the game. The adage will have to be amended to "bite the hand that feeds you", in this case. Anyway, while I'm still suffering the emotional imbalance from losing to Gordon and Jack by 3 points in Puerto Rico (I was on a damn winning streak! Until Jack bought those dreaded buildings), we did a BBQ at Gordon's condo with some of the finest ingredients on Earth.
Shark steak, leatherjacket, streaky bacon, pineapple, portobello mushrooms, enoki mushrooms, shitake mushrooms, cherry tomatoes, corn cobs, prawns, asparagus.
And yes, we ate ourselves silly, and were especially generous with the sambal chilli (1 bottle, to be exact). Although the booking of the pit ran into some walls (some family claimed they booked the pit for the entire day, but they shared 1 of the 2 pits with us), we had great food, great company and a great stomachache (in my case).
Best thing of all? I robbed Jack of his entire day. Haha.
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