While there is a good reason to visit a barbecue festival in Armenia, in this post I will provide some details on the first barbecue festival (OK, it's actually a party) we held in our recently inherited country house, where some serious home remodeling tasks are performed.

Throwing up a barbecue party is a must have to fully enjoy all the good works and intentions you are doing while performing such a routine tasks, like fighting a grass (and I had fight with it all Summer along), figuring out how to change that leaky roof, or doing some paint job. This was a special party, there were not many people invited (just 3 and a dog) but it got us amazing feeling of happiness. Hey, we are on the right track.

Preparing table for a barbecue set

Preparing table for a barbecue set

We did find some old table inside the house and covered it with a linen tablecloth and got a really lovely place to serve barbecue

Simplified grill

Simplified grill 

Overgrown territory starts to look alike a lawn

Overgrown territory starts to look alike a lawn

I have used both a scythe and a trimmer, but latter I hired a trimmer guy who did all the hard work for us (expensive, but worth of cost). 

Grill is ready for some meat

Grill is ready for some meat

I used apple twigs for grill charcoal

Chicken meat grilled together with tomatoes

Chicken meat grilled together with tomatoes

Our dog - German shepherd Bob we inherited together with a house

Our dog - German shepherd Bob we inherited together with a house

Meat is ready

Meat is ready

Meat is served

Meat is served

Return to National Bank of New York

Return to National Bank of New York

Yes, another inherited thing - sacks with such lettering - I will not disclose information about content of them. But seriously speaking I was surprised when we found those sacks. But hey life is full of surrealism.

So we sat on our sacks with lettering Return to National bank of New York and enjoyed our first barbeque at our newly inherited house.

During the summer we held many, countless barbeque parties like this. Honestly speaking I hadn't eaten so much meat like never, even in Georgia.