I tripped into one of the 'isolated-to-the-front' dogs water bowls and made a mess on entry. What an impression. I was under threat of biteage. I was afraid. I shouldn't have been. I think the doggies could sniff out my love of canine and were merely excited.
In the back, plans with meat and charcoal were afoot. The party got underway when more office folks and other halves and friends arrived. The back of the terrace house is immense, something like 30 metres clear. The kitchen with a dining table are out back, perfect set up for a steaming June evening barbeque with the musical accompaniment of barking dog, Hunter.
The evening played out with burned hot dogs (not the pets), lovely wings, tender oven-baked lamb, juicy prawns, refreshing salad, pepper and melted cheese sandwiches. I was so full when I had to leave about 10-ish, being called away to another dinner-do at Bukit Timah.
Momentous! There will be calls for a repeat around Christmas for sure. Thanks Farah and Iggy!
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