ãƒãƒ³ã‚¯ãƒ¼ãƒãƒ¼ã¸ã‚ˆã†ã“ã — Let’s roast a pig
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カナダã®ç§ãŸã¡ã®æœ€åˆã®å†¬ã®é–“, one of these “getting settled” mishaps involved å豚, 屋外ãƒãƒ†ã‚£ã‚µãƒªãƒ¼, ã¨çŒ›å¹é›ª.
ã—ãŸãŒã£ã¦ã€ã“ã®é€±, 時 CBCã®ãƒ©ã‚¸ã‚ª1 in Vancouver ran a Father’s Day story contest called “ãƒãƒ¼ãƒ“ーã§ãŠçˆ¶ã•ã‚“,” looking for tales of barbecue good and bad, I immediately flashed back on that ill-timed winter pork fest.
Here’s what happened:
The New Year’s Pig
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It was our first New Year’s Eve in Vancouver. ç§é”ã¯ã¡ã‚‡ã†ã©ãƒœã‚¹ãƒˆãƒ³ã‹ã‚‰ç§»å‹•ã—ãŸ, 雪ãŒè£åºã«ã¯çœŸå†¬ã®ãƒãƒ¼ãƒ™ã‚ューä¸å¯èƒ½ãªå¤¢ã‚’作ã£ãŸåŸ‹è‘¬æ¼‚ã†å ´æ‰€. ã—ã‹ã—ã€ã“ã“ã§æ¸©å¸¯é›¨æž—ã§, 冬ã¯æš–ã‹ã„ã ã‚ã†, å³? 休日ã«æ¥ã‚‹å‹äººã®ã‚°ãƒ«ãƒ¼ãƒ—ã¨, アランã¯ãã‚ŒãŒå½¼ã®è±šã®ãƒãƒ¼ã‚¹ãƒˆãƒ•ã‚¡ãƒ³ã‚¿ã‚¸ãƒ¼ã‚’満足ã•ã›ã‚‹æœ€é©ãªæ™‚期ã¨åˆ¤æ–ã—ã¾ã—ãŸ.
大ããªã‚¤ãƒ™ãƒ³ãƒˆã®æ•°é€±é–“å‰, アランã¯ã€ç‰©è³‡ã‚’åµå¯Ÿé–‹å§‹ã—ã¾ã—ãŸ. グランビルアイランドã«è‚‰å±‹ã§, å½¼ã¯è±šã‚’命ã˜ãŸ. å½¼ã¯å¤§è¦æ¨¡ãªå±‹å¤–ãƒãƒ†ã‚£ã‚µãƒªãƒ¼ã‚’借りã¦. å½¼ã¯ç”ºä¸ã‚’é‹è»¢ã—ãŸ, 木ç‚を探ã—ã¦ã„ã‚‹ - ãれを見ã¤ã‘ã‚‹ã“ã¨ã®é›£ã—ã•ãŒVancouverites 12月ã«å®šæœŸçš„ã«ãƒãƒ¼ãƒ™ã‚ューã—ã¦ã„ãªã„ã“ã¨ã‚’手ãŒã‹ã‚Šã«ã•ã‚Œã¦ã„ã‚‹å¿…è¦ãŒã‚ã‚Šã¾ã™ã‘ã©.
12月31æ—¥ã®æœã«, 我々ã¯å®Œå…¨ã«å¹é›ªã®å§‹ã¾ã‚Šã«ç›®ã‚’覚ã¾ã—ãŸ.
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アランã¯è±šãƒžãƒªãƒé–‹å§‹, 今ç§ãŸã¡ã®å°æ‰€ã®ãƒ†ãƒ¼ãƒ–ルã®ä¸Šã«ã‚¹ãƒ—レーã•ã‚ŒãŸ. åˆå¾Œé…ãã«ã‚ˆã‚Š, 時間ã¯è£åºã®ãƒãƒ¼ãƒ™ã‚ューを起動ã™ã‚‹ãŸã‚ã«æ¥ãŸã¨ã, 雪ã®æ•°ã‚¤ãƒ³ãƒã¯ã€è“„ç©ã—ãŸ. ãã‚Œã¯ã¾ã ダウンã—ã¦æ¥ã¦ã„ãŸ.
Yet Alan wasn’t going to let a few snowflakes put a damper on his pork extravaganza. å½¼ã¯ãƒ–ーツやパーカーã«å¼•ã£å¼µã‚‰, å½¼ã®ã‚¹ã‚ー手袋をã¯ã‚ãŸæ‰‹ã§å†·ãŸã„ビールをã¤ã‹ã‚“ã§, ã¨å‹•ä½œã™ã‚‹ã‚ˆã†ã«è¨å®š, ç«ã‚’é€ã‚Šã€ã‚†ã£ãã‚Šã¨å›žè»¢è±šã‚’仮縫ã„. ãã‚Œã¯éª¨ã®æŠ˜ã‚Œã‚‹ãƒ—ãƒã‚»ã‚¹ã§ã‚ã£ãŸ, 雪ã¯çŸ³ç‚を出ã—続ã‘ã¦ä»¥æ¥. 最終的ã«ã¯, he moved the grill under the eaves of the house to shelter it from the storm.
That’s when our neighbour came pounding on our front door, ã‚ãªãŸã®åºã§ "å«ã‚“ã§! There’s a fire!"
“Um, 我々ã¯çŸ¥ã£ã¦ã„ã‚‹, æ„Ÿè¬,"ç§ã¯ç”ãˆãŸ. “It’s just my husband. He’s barbecuing.â€
我々ã¯æœ€çµ‚çš„ã«é£Ÿã¹ã‚‹ãŸã‚ã«åº§ã£ãŸã¨ãã«ã¯ã»ã¼çœŸå¤œä¸ã ã£ãŸ. Alan’s fingers were white with cold. ã—ã‹ã—ã€ãƒãƒ¼ãƒ™ã‚ューå豚, 雪ã§ã€ç§ãŸã¡ã®æ–°ãŸãªãƒãƒ³ã‚¯ãƒ¼ãƒãƒ¼ã®ç”Ÿæ´»ã®ãŸã‚ã®æ¥½è¦³ã®ãƒžãƒªãƒ, ãŠã„ã—ã‹ã£ãŸã§ã™.
å—賞ã—ãŸç‰©èªžã®ãŸã‚ã®è³žé‡‘? æ–™ç†ã®æœ¬ã®ã‚³ãƒ”ー ãƒãƒ¼ãƒ™ã‚ューã®ç§˜å¯†ãƒ‡ãƒ©ãƒƒã‚¯ã‚¹, ã®ãƒœãƒˆãƒ« ナãƒãƒ¥ãƒ©ãƒ«ãƒãƒ£ãƒ³ãƒ”オンズãƒãƒ¼ãƒ™ã‚ューソース, ã¨ã‚«ãƒŠãƒ€ã®ãƒãƒ¼ãƒ™ã‚ューã®ç¬¬ä¸€äººè€…ã¨ã®å€‹äººçš„ãªè¨ªå• Rockin’ Ronnie Shewchuk.
And I won!
Happy Father’s Day!
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