And so the cold ungentle rains came. Washing the hills and banishing mosquitoes. In a giant aged vessel we nurtured our fire. We warmed our hands and scorched our dinner.
We were smug and snug and soon to be satiated.
There was rump and sirloin. Grass-fed and herbed. A golden disc of melting provolone.
Smoke wafted as water puddled. A scattering of salt as juices dripped. It was perfect, primal, perhaps even raw.
And clashed gloriously with a delicate watermelon chopped with rocket. Sprinkled with feta. Tossed with almonds.
And the piece de resistence? Sprog burnt marshmallows on a stake 🙂
Postscript:
As raindrops still linger under glass … reheated pastries the morning after from l.o.v.e.n
Greedy little fingers will attest…
Terrestrial Heaven. Goddess Moment people. Yes indeed.
xox
GoddessMoments 
Described it all beautifully.
Beautifully written….
The combination of sweet watermelon and salty feta is so unusual but oh so right….I love it on hot sunny days
i’ll brave the mosquitoes for that steak and watermellon salad!
We shall return then! Though you can always have the steak and salad here 🙂
Very posh nosh for The Dusun sayang!!
Thank you Zurina and Azura.
@ Hasni – yes 🙂 It’s my current favourite 🙂
@ Viji – have you met Juarez? He matched wines for the trip 🙂 Actually I’m sure that’s what Helen (the lovely owner) thought too. She brought us scrambled eggs and toast for breakfast even though we’d requested nasi lemak!
Hope you had bucks fizz with your eggs!
No 😦 Just tea 🙂