The current version of my grill comes with this fitted, and it seems there are lot of people who are drilling the lid of their old models and fitting a part obtained from Weber’s spares dept, or similar. However this means drilling through steel coated on both sides with porcelain enamel. As a result many people choose not to drill, but merely place the thermometer loosely clipped in the top vent hole. As the top vent is usually used only to put out the grill (temperature is controlled by opening and closing the bottom vent), this isn’t too bad a compromise.
Tag: food
I had completely forgotten to get ingredients for a mopping sauce (to baste the meat), so I improvised with a base of vinegar, with a chopped onion in it and some lea and perrins for flavour. I then left the shoulder to smoke, basting it every 45 minutes.
The idea is this – you open a small can of beer, and pour off half of it (hopefully into a glass). You then place the half-full can in the centre of the roaster. You sit the chicken on top, so that the can goes into the chicken cavity. This means that the bird is upright, with the legs hanging away from the body, so everything cooks well, while the beer (or, in my case, cider) inside heats up and helps keep the bird moist from the inside.
Subsequently, I tried ‘s suggestion of the fridge method, simply putting a jug of cold water with a few teabags in the fridge overnight. I found that this method worked well with both tea and roibus, and the resulting drink was nice and clear, and clean tasting.
This year, one of my raspberries is heaving with fruit. The other plant is a later variety, so there is hope for that yet. Meanwhile the blackberry is absolutely covered in flowers and small forming fruits.
However, the other day, I heard of something that I just had to try – sun tea, or tea without a kettle.
1) Traditional circular Sourdough, baked on a metal tray. This was made before I took ill. A decent effort – although it didn’t rise as much as I had wished for, it had a pleasant taste and texture, and got quickly eaten.
But then my life changed. With a new career, I was away on business a lot, and not at home to take care of things. For a few months, I was technically homeless, and it became clear Bambi would have to go. I asked various friends if they would offer a home, but no-one seemed interested, so in the end I flushed Bambi down the loo.
Originally, I had ordered a stuffed turkey leg joint, which should serve 2-3 typical portions, and would have fed me with plenty of leftovers for Boxing Day. When John said he would join me, I thought it would still suffice, but on hearing Bob could make it too, I decided to get a breast joint instead, serving 4-6 people.
This Christmas is going to be a strange one. For years, we have been round at my brother’s house, together with mum and dad, and my sister-in-law’s parents. Even when dad was in a nursing home, we would manage to get him to my brother’s for Christmas dinner – on a couple of years, mum and I even had two Christmas dinners – an early one at 12 at the nursing home, and then a late one, mid-afternoon at my brother’s.