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Published: June 19th 2015
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Cooking With GAS
Meet Fritz .
Fritz is from Austria, and is camped next to us.
Fritz is fit looking young bloke – maybe 40s ( Most campers are closer to 70 or 80 than 60)
Square framed and with angular features Fritz could be mistaken for Arnold Schwarzenegger.
In fact I discovered that Fritz did in fact audition for one of Arnie’s first acting roles. They were auditioned on the same day. Arnie almost laughed out loud when he saw there were two look a likes being auditioned at the same time. Well that‘s what got Schwarzenegger the job. The difference is that Arnie smiles. You could say that it was Arnie’s amusement at Fritz’s poker face that got Arnie the job. Fritz doesn’t want to waste those big cheek muscles on something like a smile.
Well its nearly 7pm
The sun shines brightly and will not set for at least 2 more hours.
Fritz is messing around with some sort of round electric BBQ. He has it plugged directly into the campground electricity supply rather than through the outlet in his van. It appears this BBQ draws a bit
At the beach
Overlooking the Adriatic in the evening too much power and yesterday it kept tripping the circuit breaker when plugged via the van’s supply.
Fritz’s actions prompt me to start preparing the night’s tucker.
Fritz is cooking some sausage and vegetables on his BBQ.
Today is the first for a while where we have had all burners working on the gas stove.
I get the spuds peeled and prepare a few other vegies and get ready to cook a chicken schnitzel with chips and vegies.
After that I duck out and have a beer – kill a bit of time.
Fritz is there in his mid shin length black socks and fluro orange plastic clogs. Quite a contrast to his square manly muscular upper body.
Fritz is accompanied by Fifi – A thin leggy blonde. Fifi makes the furniture she sits on look good.
At this point Fifi is wearing a slinky bikini in the broad sunshine.
Fritz tends his sausages and vegies.
My beer is gone so I go inside to cook.
All the gas burners are working so its all ready in double/treble quick time.
We adjourn to the table outside to enjoy
Dinner drinks
Overlooking the Adriatic in the evening the tucker and wine shaded from the bright sun by the awning.
Fritz is still tending his sausages on the electric BBQ.
We eat. And then sit back admiring the view sipping the rest of our wine.
After quite a while the sun sinks lower.
Fifi goes inside and re emerges in a shirt.
Fritz is still tending his sausages on the electric BBQ.
We continue sipping.
As the sun drops toward the horizon, Pat takes the dirty dishes to the amenities block.
When she returns we take a look at the sun set. Colourful as always here. And watch the colours changing on the Adriatic waters.
Fritz continues to tend his sausages on the electric BBQ.
As the sun sets the temperature cools a little. Fifi goes back to their van and returns wearing a woolly coat.
We relax and enjoy a piece of cake. Pastries all over Europe are really something. Tonight’s cake has a sugary crust and light fluffy well aired sponge with fruity flavour. You do not readily come by that sort of pastry in Oz.
Fritz is happy – his snags are progressing.
Setting sun
Overlooking the Adriatic in the evening He continues to tend them squatting beside his little electric BBQ in his black socks and fluro orange plastic clogs.
Looking up in the fading light of the sky we see a number of vapour trails. The trails can extend over a quarter and sometimes more of the sky. Clear still skies make such sightings almost a daily occurrence.
Fifi is not happy. She has run out of patience. The people next door cooked, eaten, enjoyed their wine, washed up and are now on dessert and Fritz has not yet cooked one sausage.
Pat produces a whiskey night cap.
Fifi’s unhappy expression is hardening to a scowl.
Fritz tends his sausages. Maybe soon he will crack a smile.
We sip the whiskey.
Fifi now has a facial expression that could turn cream sour.
Fritz turns the sausages.
The stars are coming out in the clear night sky.
We are tired and I wind in the awning – closing up to go to bed.
Fritz is still turning his sausages. Fifi is getting restless.
I hope they enjoyed their tucker too.
But I prefer cooking with gas.
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