The BachChapter 9
'Hot, hot, hot, ' I thought as I ladled a heavy rounded volcanic rock from out of a blazing fire into the pit I'd dug for them two days previously. I was sweating like a pig, as was Dad, as we prepared the hangi for Mum, but figured it was worth it as the ladies had prepared a massive feast for us and some friends we'd invited over to help us feast. The rocks had been cooking inside a hardwood fire for almost four hours before we ladled them out and were glowing white hot when we got...