It’s been bitter effing cold for the past week or so. On Sunday they said it was going to be minus 20 but it would feel like minus 32 with the wind chill. And it seems like it’s been that way for a month now (but I have a bad memory for these things). This evening it warmed up so it could snow. A balmy minus 12 and blustery.
I had set aside a couple of shoulder chops from the pig for just the right moment and I decided this was it. I fired up the bbq and stood outside in the blowing snow to grill these chops to perfection. The first bbq in months.
Served with squash and baked potato, both from Blakeney and Jackson’s homestead in Rockingham and topped with my homemade yogurt from local milk. A local meal in the middle of March. Nothing could be better.