Crikey, I’ve not typed on the iPad touchscreen for a while. The keyboard is charging up, so I’m resorting to this input method… this is going to be strange, and probably curtailed because of this.
Anyway, so the blazing hot bank holiday weekend hit with full force here today: overcast all day with the threat of showers. Saying that, it was warm enough and the rain stayed off. But why this rather unremarkable weather report, both of you are asking? Well, two reasons. Firstly, I’ve come to learn that whenever there’s a weather forecast, whether it be via iOS app, or on the TV or radio, they always emphasise the extreme, whether it’s good or bad, and the media tends to forget that the forecast for that London and the South East rarely applies to the rest of the country. Hence, when it’s baking hot down there, it’s generally fairly shit up here. Secondly, with the promise of the sun shining all weekend, I’d decided to have a barbecue today.
Over the years, what with living here, I’ve come to realise that you can never organise a barbecue anything more than two hours in advance because the weather just never does what it’s supposed to. I knew I was taking a risk when I bought about £15 worth of meat to set fire to in the supermarket the other night, but my new optimistic self didn’t mind if the sun didn’t shine, there’s always the oven and it was the company of my family that meant more than anything.
And so it came to pass that I marinated pork chops and chicken pieces overnight, prepared home-made burgers and defrosted a load of sausages that I’ve found in the freezer when I was looking for my car keys.
How do people cope without those beautiful Logitech ultrathin keyboards? I’ve no idea.
Now, I have a little gas barbecue. I have no objection to gas barbecues per se, however mine was cheap, so it only cooks along its central band where the burners are. In addition to this, well, the oil/grease doesn’t drain particularly efficiently and then ignites when it reaches a critical temperature, thus engulfing everything in flames and covering the food in black soot. There’s a word I haven’t used for a while. Soot.
And so today, the chicken pieces soon achieved “cooked out” status, that being, cremated on the outside, raw on the inside. Mum was wittering, “you should always cook the chicken in the oven first then finish it off on the barbecue”. Everyone else was being very polite as they waited for all the batches of food to be cooked, then as I took the final burger out of the flames, all hell broke loose. My dad suddenly sprang to life from the sofa (he’d been inside, don’t blame him), my sister went into overdrive, whipping things out of the oven from where they’d been kept warm, I was inundated with requests for burger buns and getting irritated by my sister, Mum couldn’t cope without butter… and the Little Dog hid behind the sofa.
WOOSH! It took an hour to cook it and half an hour for it to be demolished. I suppose that means it was nice and everybody enjoyed it, so that’s good.
I’m a crap hostess. I can’t be arsed with talking to guests when there’s a mess that needs clearing up, so I took myself to the kitchen and started filling the dishwasher. I returned to the conversation outside, but couldn’t relax as I looked at the disgusting mess of the barbecue. Trying to be vivacious and sociable when I have one eye on burnt fat is something that I just can’t do. Who can? Who are these people who just leave a mess until next time they come to use something? PIGS, that’s who they are. Or “men” is another word for them. “Oh, just leave that, relax, you’ve been busy all day”. Yeah, but I don’t want to be greeted by the funk of burnt flesh whenever I open my back door, so I’m cleaning this right now.
I tried my best to keep my guests occupied with booze while I cleaned up in the kitchen, but pudding couldn’t wait and so I found myself getting bumped and knocked as cheesecake was doled out behind me. Then my sister was reaching behind me to put the kettle on do she could have a coffee. JUST FUCKING WAIT FIVE FUCKING MINUTES!
“Why do you never have milk?” Because I don’t use it.
Relaaaaaaaax.
Here’s a thing, I was talking to my sister’s feller about the Greek salad I’d made and he asked how I did it. I mentioned that I gave it a good sprinkle of salt because tomatoes always need salt or they’re horrible. “I can’t believe how much salt you use.”
“But did you enjoy the flavour, did it taste too salty to you?”
“No, it was lovely. I can never get food to taste like yours.”
“Maybe you’re not using enough salt in your cooking.”
I actually use way too much if I’m cooking just for me. I LOVE IT!
I will preserve my general salt rant for another time.
Anyway, so, yes. It was a really lovely day. Order is restored to my kitchen, the BBQ is clean and back in its place, I have sausages for lunch tomorrow and half a strawberry swirl cheesecake for dinner. All in all, quite a successful day.
Tomorrow, I’m pegging out my towels. The downside to this good drying weather is scratchy towels. Me no likey.