Sausages (by Biggs)

Another night, another late night dinner. This had potential disaster written all over it - two trays of sausages, a gas BBQ awkwardly suspended off the side of a two story veranda almost out of reach of a very drunken Amanda.

There was a choice of wagyu and pepper or lamb and feta sausages teamed with bread rolls, tomato sauce, spinach and fried onions. We'd been eating non-stop for 24 hours at this point including about 6 kilograms of cheese so we really didn't need the sausages but they were pretty good.

The fact mine escaped from my gullet a few hours later was not a reflection on the quality of the dinner but more the quantity of cider I had in my belly (9 hours worth).