meat coma

The weather looked like it would hold, so I fired up the BBQ and began the grillin'. Eventually the rain started coming, after some lovely thunder and lightning, but by then we had piles of pork, lamb, and chicken, as well as the occasional potato and corn cob. Various children raced about wildly as their parents sat bloated and smiling, and slowly the meat piles receded.
A few photos; no meat, mostly family.

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