Anton's beer butt chicken
Morning spent moving boxes from one room into another ready for the epic, if inelegantly-named, house poo coming up this week. This stressed me out really badly for some reason.
Off in the afternoon to do more pleasant things, such as visit a few more open houses, and pop into see Janet's Open House again. Ken still not well, and Janet understandably worried about him. Lorraine and I spent some time chatting with her. Also spoke to Huss.
Then off to sit in Anton's garden where he barbecued a chicken in some species of elaborate barbecue smoker, with a recipe called beer butt chicken, as Anton slid a can of half-drunk beer up its butt as it was cooking. It was certainly moist and tasty. Sat outside eating salad and chicken, drinking a little and relaxing in the afternoon sun. A fine way to spend an afternoon.
Off in the afternoon to do more pleasant things, such as visit a few more open houses, and pop into see Janet's Open House again. Ken still not well, and Janet understandably worried about him. Lorraine and I spent some time chatting with her. Also spoke to Huss.
Then off to sit in Anton's garden where he barbecued a chicken in some species of elaborate barbecue smoker, with a recipe called beer butt chicken, as Anton slid a can of half-drunk beer up its butt as it was cooking. It was certainly moist and tasty. Sat outside eating salad and chicken, drinking a little and relaxing in the afternoon sun. A fine way to spend an afternoon.
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