The best lunch

I really can't tell you what we had for dinner last night because it was leftovers. Nobody needs my mother's recipe for fried rice.

But yesterday, being Easter Sunday, we celebrated with one of our most favorite thins: sausage in a roll. There really is nothing like a bbq'd sausage sandwiched in the middle of a soft yet crusty roll with a little fried onion, tomato sauce and yellow American mustard. The smell alone makes me think of sausage sizzles outside Bunnings on Saturday mornings, or the scent of cooking meat wafting out to the yacht on a Saturday afternoon when you're starving after a day of sailing. Tomato sauce soaking into the bun, dripping down your fingers.

Lily delighted in sucking on the cold bottle that the Gorgeous Garry was trying to empty of beer after spending the morning in the garden, and I took up my usual stance at the BBQ (GG reasons quite rightly that since I cook inside, I may as well cook outside as well).

So not gourmet, but so delicious at the same time.