1kg chicken thighs with the skins on. Pierce all over.
3 Birds Eye Chillies (add more or fewer depending on your taste buds – they MUST be birds eye chillies though, or the flavour won’t be right) – KEEP THE SEEDS
3 red Chillies – KEEP THE SEEDS
½ teaspoon chilli powder
1 red pepper
5 (or more) garlic cloves, peeled
2 Tablespoons paprika
2 tablespoon oregano
½ cup olive oil
2 caps (lid) white vinegar
Juice of one lemon
Blitz the ingredients together in a blender and set aside.
Divide the thighs up into equal portions and place inside a ziplock freezer bag then share out the marinade between the portions and squidge it all round to make sure the chicken is immersed in the marinade, then squeeze out the air and seal the bag. Freeze straightaway or place in the fridge for AT LEAST 24 hours. (The marinade can be refrigerated too and is suitable for freezing)
COOKING METHOD – Remember cooking times vary
Preheat oven to 200 degrees CELCIUS
Remove the chicken pieces and marinade from the bags and place skin-side up in a small casserole dish. No need to cover it.
Cook for 40 minutes, remove the casserole dish and pour all the juice into a small saucepan.
Sprinkle some salt on the chicken and return to the oven to grill for 10 minutes or until the skin is crispy
For the rest of the time the chicken is cooking, cook the juice in the saucepan on a low heat, add bisto and some boiling water to the marinade and make up a gravy.
The perfect accompaniment with this dish is Mashed Potatoes. If you’re on the Banting diet I feel sorry for you.
Remember appliances vary so you may have to adjust cooking time
Depression is always there but it’s not always evident. It lurks in the dark recesses of the mind, a hidden predator that waits for that moment of weakness it knows will surely come. When it does, as its jaws engulf you, it secretes an anaesthetising poison that hypnotises you into believing it’s your friend.
So you welcome it; you feel grateful for the safety it brings; grateful for the cushioning cocoon of despair; grateful that it has chosen you for your worthlessness; grateful for the reassurance that the whole world would be better off if you ceased to exist.
We have anthropomorphised our animals to the extent that Leanne is Stompie’s mummy, Adam is Buddy’s daddy and Lynda and I are Stompie’s, Gary’s and Buddy’s granny and grandpa. Gary was a rescue cat so his parental origins are unknown but he doesn’t seem to mind or even care for that matter.
The animals are definitely a part of the dynamic of our existence and none of us can imagine what life would be like without them in our lives. Like us the animals prefer a routine and the predictability that provides is almost always a source of great humour.
Democracy literally means rule of the people and it upholds a belief in freedom and equality between people, or a system of government based on this belief, where power is either held by elected representatives or directly by the people themselves.
Whilst the idea of democracy is sound and its practice has helped steer most of the human race into civilisation, we are now sufficiently advanced to have transcended its simplicity. Because of the ways we have manipulated its interpretation, democracy is now nothing more than a bus for the morally corrupt to climb on and ride into self-gratification.
I knew nothing about chatting up girls and even less about keeping them happy. To me, the fact that Lynda had said yes meant she was now my girlfriend and, in a sense, my property whilst to her it meant something completely different. I didn’t know that and, because I was young, inexperienced and, in affairs of the heart, very stupid, it never occurred to me to find out what that was.
I now know that to Lynda it meant, okay, let’s try you and see how you do.
Six weeks later she belonged to someone else. I was distraught!
The first three fun things I can remember doing all involve water. The first memory is of snorkelling in the crystal clear waters of the Indian Ocean in the Basaruto archipelago, the second is spear fishing at night in Chalala towing a boat behind me and the third, also in Chalala with Michael. Dad had gone into town and the two of us were left in charge so we took advantage of our freedom and wasted a whole tank of petrol roaring up and down the lagoon towing each other on a tube behind Dad’s vagabond in crocodile infested water.
Hardly a strange subject to write about given the fact that, when Friday arrives, my mind wanders towards fun things as opposed to work related things but I didn’t think things through. Sitting here contemplating my challenge I’ve realised that unless I’m careful or clever (or both) there is a danger of me simply writing a list. I could simply alter the subject of course (but where is the challenge in that?). Then again, perhaps producing a list may be more of a challenge than it would at first seem to be.
I turned the radio on and realised someone was talking about me. This stranger described my life in detail, sparing nothing yet, in the process, providing answers to questions I hadn’t known I was asking; being easily distracted, making careless mistakes, losing things or forgetting where I’d put them, unable to carry out instructions without losing interest, taking on new activities or tasks before completing previous chores and having difficulty organising myself. I listened, spellbound as he went on to describe my hyperactivity and impulsiveness which made it impossible for me to concentrate on tasks or act without thinking and have little sense of danger.
One day after athletics practice I asked Lynda if she would go around with me. After days asking friends advice on how to seal the deal and I’d been led to believe that, if she said yes, we’d be hitched.
I knew how I felt about her but was uncertain whether my feelings were reciprocated beyond her laughing at some of my jokes.
Nonetheless, I waited till she had her belongings in her hands and was literally running to meet her mother’s car before I asked her. When she said yes I couldn’t believe it.