Fire, Flatbreads & sausages

Days like this should happen more often, they are just bloody great. A group of straight up, like minded & kind human beings, in an old Cornish quarry, working out how to build a giant viking fire pit for future get togethers. This thing needs to be huge, enough space to cook whole beasts and a few sides on - and also a nice sized connecting table for small feasts & fire side meetings. Did I mention none of us have built anything like this before? Well, no matter, it turns out all you need is a massive American truck, a shit ton of slate, beers, good smokey eats, beautiful sunshine & a group of true grit motherfuckers. 

There's something tremendously natural & hopeful about gathering people together to work, socialise & eat. I think there's something fundamental to being truly happy that exists within being outdoors & cooking with the elements that surround you. Meditative when done alone, life affirming when done in a group. I've been trying to pin point my interest in Kudhva, and it hit me wonderfully hard on Sunday. No one is going to make your life rad but you, it takes time & energy that sometimes can be tricky to find. Kudhva gives you no choice but to get stuck the fuck in. Which is just awesome. By 2pm we had cleared a nice space for the pit & burnt off a big chunk of bush, a template had been laid down and a vast amount of stone and been brought to the site of the pit. The smell of fire was quickly added to with that my next door neighbours sausages gently sizzling over a mixture of willow to keep the heat up & oak to keep the flavour rich. I was resting on my knees teaching a set of delightfully rad twins how to roll out flat breads on a slab of slate, the sun keeping everyone content & a cold tin of beer in my hand... I couldn't of asked for anything else. Once rolled out, we threw them directly on the red hot coals & watched them char and expand. That combination of burnt edges & soft warm bread, it's a good one. Goes perfect with sausages & hot sauce, and of course, more cold beer. 


We didn't finish off the pit, so we'll have to head back on another glorious day & do it all again. This was a lesson in the pace of change (not the change of pace) when the objective is as paramount as the work itself. And it felt really good to learn it. Anyway, Rome wasn't built in a day, neither will Kudhva. 


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