I'll try my best gastronomic description.
With the bonfire that Sprocky had finally developed we had an abundance of hot coals and once we eventualy chose the braai we would use (long discussion between a few beers) Sprocky shuveled some coals into that braai. It was a close call with me holding the grid up as to whether I had any hands left, but thankfully no harm done. The missing flatties were found as mentioned earlier.
Sprocky used the back of a very sharp knife to puncture the bags and was trying very hard to figure out why he was struggling, he blamed it on the light
Horror, shock

cried Cadbury and the master, "why would we want to eat plastic?" Sprocs had chucked the chicken still in the plastic bag onto the grid. Trying to assure the two teachers that it was fine and in fact was the correct way to cook these birds made no impression, but I'll give them credit that they were willing to wait and see.
Now Cadbury was cooking the potatoes and Sprocs was doing the chicken. Do you think they could co-ordinate their efforts. The chuks were ready, but the potatoes not. Pull the chuks off and wait for the spuds. The spuds are now ready and the chuks are cold so need to go back on the fire. In the meantime the spuds get cold.........you've got the picture, around and around we went. The master gave an order for everyone to shape up and we finally got to the table.
All I can say is that it was worth the wait. An excellent meal was enjoyed by all naturally accompanied by a few more beers or whisky whatever the case my be.
We cleared the table as a team and returned to the fire when out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sprocky arrive with the bottle of Jaggermeister. Uh,oh, this thing was about to go inverted.
