I have been meaning to post a few lines about this over the last month, but things just seem to be getting in the way or be more important. One of the simple pleasures in life is enjoying great food with great friends.
Let me set the scene. Its early October on a Sunday evening. Clear skies above, which was making it a little bit chilly. Our next door neighbour, invited us and a few others in the street to enjoy his homemade Venison Goulash cooked on an open fire. He is Serbian and this is from a recipe they used to cook up in the hills of what was Yugoslavia.
As they had paved their back garden, they had to dig a small hole in the front garden to put the fire in. The large pot of stew was suspended over this. Each person brought round their garden benches or chairs and set them up around their front garden. Traditional Serbian music was playing, drink was flowing - including a range of homemade brandy's and liqueurs.
I can't even get close to remembering all the ingredients that went into it, and to be honest when you hear them you would think it would never work. The ones that stand out that I can remember - brandy, lager, coke and coffee. It had the most wonderful flavour, and the venison was melt in the mouth.
I decided to make my own bread to take as my offering. When I got there I found out also was a Master Baker attending.... whoops! Thankfully he gave my bread the thumbs-up! Yay!
That's one of the things I love about food, the fact that it brings people together. You can all tuck in, sharing jokes, having good conversation, talking and discussing about food. Drinking, listening to music, telling stories and meeting new friends.