This past weekend we were invited back to the 12lb Snapper House for a traditional Sardinian BBQ. Being Canadian and one who was brought up on the best BBQ’s the world has to offer, I was excited to try a traditional Sardinian BBQ.
Ajo. Andemu in Cuzina per cena. Maureddu ha lu carne, e voule fare un BBQ. My husband said to me in his barbaric dialect.
Come on! We are going to the kitchen for dinner. Maureddu has meat, and he wants to have a BBQ.
I was a little thrown off as the 12 lb Snapper house is a bachelor pad with a nice fireplace, a sofa and a big screen on the wall but no BBQ. I figured ok, what the heck and left it to the two Sardinian guys and opened a bottle of Cannonau.
We are having a BBQ in the family fireplace? I asked in my perfectly broken Italian, which sounded more like this: Stiamo avendo un barbecue nel caminetto?
Si. come no? questo è il vecchio modo. Yes, why not? This is the old way.
I knew it was best to let the Sards do what they know best, and poured more wine.
I could hear them rattling away in their local lingua.
Agghju fame. Ajo. Facému così …
I’m hungry. Come on, or let’s go. Let’s do it like this …
E prontu. It’s ready.
Vino, vino rosso. Get your red-hot vino rosso. I blared out in my perfect Canadian dialect, and was met with stares of confusion and disbelief. Leave it to me to add song and dance to everything I do, doesn’t matter what part of the world I’m in there’s a song always playing, albeit inside my head.
Fresh pancetta, local fennel, pickled eggplant and bottled Sardinian red wine. Nothing beats the taste of fresh, local ingredients in your diet. This meal was 100% locally grown and produced.
Nothing tastes as fine as fresh meat barbecued in the family fireplace. This was one experience I can’t wait to try again.