I figured out that men make satay and lawar because they require cooking only at the end, after everything's been peeled, chopped, and mixed. Here they are working outdoors. The kitchen was bustling with women cooking everything else.
The host is expected to feed all the workers. Yum.
The night before, all the instruments arrived from cramped makeshift quarters at Kosil's house up the street.
The priest's setup for the formal ceremony:
A Balinese cousin, Kadek Andre (left), drums.
Here's a favorite grandson... I guess nephew for me... in red, center right on calung. He reminds me of myself when I was little, eager to read and write. He's already good at gamelan, cocky as the other, older boys.
Offerings have to be placed everywhere -- someone climbed a ladder to hang these on the corners of the roofs. It's assurance that every spot in the new space is cleansed of bad intentions.
The boys in the background arrived ahead of the ceremony and dutifully await their turn to practice.
The priest had lots of help from family members while reciting the required mantras. Check out the flowers and leaves he's wrapping around the bell.
Members of the sanggar wait patiently during the recitation. I provide some amusement with my webcam photography.
Pak Terip and his son Putu Putrawan, far right, the primary hosts, wait close at hand.
And after all that there was more recitation dedicated to the new instruments. And that is where the remainder of your donations went!
Every year the instruments have a little birthday, which require a smaller version of this ceremony. If you liked this post, please share and click the button on the right to contribute.