My worst fears

  Yesterday, while you were reading about my imagined impending disaster, I was living the nightmare. Of course, I don't imagine for a moment that I got the tiniest scrap of sympathy as a crappy kitchen in a quiet, sunny climate is still in a quiet, sunny climate and is therefore a small burden. So what conditions were found upon arrival?

  Bad news first, the knives are pants. Not a lot better than the one in yesterday's photo. And the good news? There are two bloody kitchens!!! It's a dream and I'm in heaven. I've been writing this in my head since I got here as it's too exciting for me to comprehend and I've been dying to tell you all about it.

If one kitchen's not enough...

  The place is set in a small plot of land on the side of a hill. It's a small bungalow in the middle of a tastefully paved plot with a great view, a small pool to cool off in and, most indulgently, an extra, fully equipped outside kitchen and dining area. There's an open fire place (right) and a wood fired oven (left). I'm still pinching myself. 

  As promised, I had bought a chicken so as soon as we said goodbye to the charming owner and knocked up an exceptionally refreshing and well deserved mojito, I set some wood alight and flattened out the bird. This was set in the fireplace and I spent the next hour and a half, turning it occasionally and gently ushering glowing embers underneath until I could feel the meat had loosened its grip on the bones. This was served up with a heap of salad and peacefully nibbled on, al fresco. Paradise.

  Even though this is supposed to be a holiday, I wouldn't be me if I didn't make a stock. So this morning, I pulled the rest of the meat from the bones, which got boiled with the usual vegetable suspects. I've no idea what I'm going to do with it but I can't let a carcass go to waste. I would go off and relax now but I'm itching to light another fire and find stuff to grill.

  

Kirk out

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