There were those that could afford the luxury of enjoying the shady part of the hosts' garden in the pretence of babysitting. |
...while inside the house the serious task of mixing beef, pork, spek/varkvet and spices was taking place. |
Greasy hands were par for the course. |
Some basic instructions as to the quantity of spices and the procedure. |
A serious discussion on how to get the meat into the casing. |
Let's put theory to practice. Mix, make little meat balls, put it in the grinder, turn and stuff the casing full of ground meat through this long nozzle. Easy. |
The champion stuffers. Is the secret perhaps in turning the handle? |
No, you should keep the casing back like that. |
At last I got the trick. A bit thin perhaps? |
Who said the whole family can't join in? |
The quality control team gets ready to do a test braai. |
The fat is really in the fire now, making lots of smoke |
Now look carefully, young man, this is how you turn the sausage. |
Shucks! This is really boring. |
Keeping a motherly eye on the proceedings. |
No, my baby, you don't have to eat it. |
This doesn't taste too bad. |
Now let's see why the South Africans have a craving for boerewors. |
Amazing!. The real McCoy. |
A Castle would have gone down much better. |
Somebody had to do the dishes ..... |
... and somebody had to drive the rest of the family home. |
I don't know, before I knew it, it was all gone. |
Now what could have happened to it? |
Do the men really know what they are doing? |
Is there enough charcoal for mine? |
Ladies can also drink and braai. |
The wind's blowing the smoke that way .... |
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