Scott was at it again, this time trying out the automatic spit my dad gave him after our wedding. He had this vision of roasting some chickens over the coals and so was eager to make supper for us this evening. Scott spent the afternoon rigging up three levelled wooden supports to rest the spit on. I was quite impressed. I was so hungry watching them cook, I could hardly wait for them to be done. We used the cast iron skewers my mother sent me from Ontario to grill some boiled potatoes, zucchini and mushrooms. The delicious fresh cucumbers I picked up at the farmer's market this Saturday tasted yummy in a garden fresh salad with feta cheese. Summer doesn't get any better than this.
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