Sick of BBQ

I had a BBQ party on Saturday and another one yesterday. I'll be having another round of BBQ tomorrow. It's a class BBQ thing.

The point is, i think my fats going to spill out from my pores soon with all the bbq stuff that i had eaten... I'll most probably drown in my own fats or something...

I helped with the BBQ at home yesterday. I think i was given the most horrendously disgusting task...

I had to cut the whickers and the legs off the prawns cause we intended to barbeque those poor prawns. The prawns felt gooey, slippery and the worst of it stank like hell! I had to use my bare hands to hold onto the prawns and trim away their legs and whiskers. Eeyeew! i felt so evil... I felt a sense of remorse towards the prawns... i silently muttered to the prawns not to haunt me in my dreams at night...

The horror doesn't just end there. there's horror part 2. I had to use a toothpick, prick into the body of the prawn and dig out the string of black stuff in it... The black stuff is none other than the prawn's shit... sometimes, the shit did get stuck and refused to come out from the prawn's body and i actually had to gently pull it out in case the shit breaks halfway... I was totally grossed from inside out... Plus the fingernails on my right hand were long. A perfect hiding place for the prawn's shit! Wonderful! *puke*

The horror continues...

I had to poke a satay stick through the prawns' bodies so that they are straight and easier to barbeque. Imagine using the satay stick to poke through the already limbless/whiskerless/shitless prawns... I felt so barbaric doing that... In the name of my family, so that they can enjoy savouring the barbequed prawns, i told myself i had to do it... I simply love my family too much... So, i had no choice but to do the brutal task. And, i got poked by satay stick as retribution...

I'm so going to abstain from prawns for some time but not for long since i'm a foodie... No more bbq after tomorrow as well. i'm scared!