Ruffles BBQ-Flavoured Ice cream cake

There's something oddly satisfying about giving yourself food poisoning. I'm either a really lousy cook, or hotdogs and chicken wings don't really mix with oreo chocolate cheesecake and cookie monster ice cream cake. =)

Went to a friend's condo for a BBQ... and was really irked by singaporean inflexibility. We happily started lugging all the charcoal and food and stuff down to the pit at 4 plus, only to discover that there were 2 identical pits about 2m apart from each other. Which one did they book? "Should be pit no 1 lah... anyway if it isn't we'll just ask the person who booked it to use the other one, it's not very much difference." so we started building a fire in the tray provided at the pit.

After much effort we managed to get our charcoal on its way to smoldering success, which was of course the time the security guard came up and told us we were using the wrong pit. His name was probably Murphy or something, and he had this lady in the background who was of course the rightful renter of pit no 1.

"if you don't mind, could you use the pit at pit no 2 instead? we've already started our fire..."
"no, the kids prefer this one, it's closer to the pool."
*folds arms*

ooooooooookay. whatever you say, lady. nevermind that the diffference from the tables to the pool is about 4 extra footsteps, and that the kids eventually didn't actually come anywhere near the pit to cook anyway. we'll move our fire since it's in this nice portable tray.

Which we later realised was meant for the ashes of the charcoal, not the charcoal itself. Unfortunately we only realised this when the security guard took it and dumped our coals unceremoniously on top of this grill he brought.
"come come, help put."
"put what?"
"hold the corner, there there."
"okay."
"put."
"put what?"
*dump*

*staaaaaare* *blink*
"er. okay."

The fire died. How symbolic.
Quote of the day: "You know you're back in Singapore when you hear 'No, no, that's not the way you do it!"