24th February
Lovely day so off for a bike ride this morning. But I went East towards Barrill Beach. Didn't make it but cycled up long, not very steep hill, which wore me out. At least I am trying.
The ride took me along the lagoon edge which is very beautiful anyway, and has some great properties.
Late afternoon walk at Fuseta and then shopping. Tonight we are going to have a Barbie. Hopefully not too late so won't be too dark. Firstly we need to identify something that we can happily cook on the Barbie. I come up with Spatchcock chicken. JC hates chicken but accepts that occasionally we will have to use it and if it is char grilled, all the better. Thankfully found one ready packaged as the thought of acting out how to smash a poor chicken flat to the butcher didn't fill me with much glee.
We then need to walk the pups somewhere and whilst we have been to Santa Luzia for a meal, we haven't really walked round the town or looked at whether there is a beach there. Sure enough there is
a small beach and whilst snuffling around one of the old boats near the water edge, Kicker disturbs a cat which takes flight. A split second later both dogs start to run flat out ......and straight into each other, knocking each other over. Thankfully, as it meant the poor cat had 5 seconds start on Kicker, and with no trees or cover for at least 100 yards of beach, it needed it.
The dog returned from this chase completely worn out and we returned to the house to prepare for the Barbie. JC has identified charcoal in a sealed dustbin and we agree to light up at 6.30.
Hilarious, I think the charcoal must be very old, but even with fire lighters it doesn't really want to burn and hasn't done much by 7.15. We have tried blowing, and waving the air about but nothing. Finally I fetch the bicycle pump and we start with that. Very slowly some embers start to glow, and we slosh a bit of olive oil for good measure. The chicken goes on, and remarkably starts cooking quite fast. Faster in fact than the potatoes, so that by the time they are done we have already eaten the completely burnt chicken. Well, you live and learn!
Lovely day so off for a bike ride this morning. But I went East towards Barrill Beach. Didn't make it but cycled up long, not very steep hill, which wore me out. At least I am trying.
The ride took me along the lagoon edge which is very beautiful anyway, and has some great properties.
Late afternoon walk at Fuseta and then shopping. Tonight we are going to have a Barbie. Hopefully not too late so won't be too dark. Firstly we need to identify something that we can happily cook on the Barbie. I come up with Spatchcock chicken. JC hates chicken but accepts that occasionally we will have to use it and if it is char grilled, all the better. Thankfully found one ready packaged as the thought of acting out how to smash a poor chicken flat to the butcher didn't fill me with much glee.
We then need to walk the pups somewhere and whilst we have been to Santa Luzia for a meal, we haven't really walked round the town or looked at whether there is a beach there. Sure enough there is
a small beach and whilst snuffling around one of the old boats near the water edge, Kicker disturbs a cat which takes flight. A split second later both dogs start to run flat out ......and straight into each other, knocking each other over. Thankfully, as it meant the poor cat had 5 seconds start on Kicker, and with no trees or cover for at least 100 yards of beach, it needed it.
The dog returned from this chase completely worn out and we returned to the house to prepare for the Barbie. JC has identified charcoal in a sealed dustbin and we agree to light up at 6.30.
Hilarious, I think the charcoal must be very old, but even with fire lighters it doesn't really want to burn and hasn't done much by 7.15. We have tried blowing, and waving the air about but nothing. Finally I fetch the bicycle pump and we start with that. Very slowly some embers start to glow, and we slosh a bit of olive oil for good measure. The chicken goes on, and remarkably starts cooking quite fast. Faster in fact than the potatoes, so that by the time they are done we have already eaten the completely burnt chicken. Well, you live and learn!
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