With this cleanse looming, I was smart enough to stash a few posts in the shadows so I had a bit of ammunition while my boozy, culinary rifle was shooting blanks. Me smart boy. I could bore the absolute shit out of you with photos of the various fruit I eat each day and the incoherent ramblings of the man who is in need of a good stiff fu… er, drink, but as I happen to enjoy your company (don’t be distressed, I didn’t think that would ever happen either but happen it did… I… think… I… love… you. There, I said it.) I feel I should try and make it a little more entertaining then that. Besides, I really don’t want to be seeing myself on cooksuck.com now do I?
I am on the wagon. No, not a cute little wooden wagon, adorned with trinkets and brightly coloured felt. This wagon is not pulled from town to town by four of the toughest little carnies in these parts so I may sell my wares. This wagon is way more serious than that. Yes my friends, this is “THE wagon”.
Do you know what the best thing about not drinking is? Nothing. Do you know what the second best thing about not drinking is? You feel more spritely, excitable and spirited in the mind in general, and morning headaches are nothing but a vague memory.
Would you like to know the worst thing about being on the wagon? Every person you know will offer you a drink at some stage or the other. “Feel like a beer mate?” they will say. “Feel like a beer?” I reply, repeating the question back to them just so I can hear it again and make sure I have it correct. “Of course I feel like a fucking beer you cock. You have one in your hand, why shouldn’t I have one in mine?”
Even if they don’t actually offer you a drink they will do the next worst thing possible. They will say something along the lines of “you probably won’t be having a drink after work, will you?”
“WILL I WHAT?” I say. “ARE YOU FUCKING SIMPLE? I just spent the last minute or so explaining that I will not be entertaining that little bearded, filthy mouthed, sailor-type inside me who likes to indulge in the sampling of alcoholic beverages. So no. No I will not be having a beer after work. Fuck.”
Want to know something else really funny. I’m off the fatty meaty tasty foods and cigarettes too. Hell of a week…
Direct results of the embracing of a healthier lifestyle
What does this mean? Well, I am possibly a little more annoying to Jennee (or anyone else in my general vicinity) when I get up in the morning. Not trying to get her knickers off or anything fun like that, it’s just that I normally greet the early morn with open arms. I wake and I pull it (settle down kiddos. Finish the sentence) close to my hairless chest and we laugh at the day. We laugh about all of the people who wake and look like a disheveled old man who is walking to the local deli in his slippers and pin striped pyjamas; Um. Huh? Huh? Urgh. Oh how we laugh.
Jennee is one of those people. She has issues dealing with me at the best of times but in the a.m, before a coffee, while I am not on the drink… she doesn’t stand a chance. And I’ll share something else with you; when she’s not awake in the morning I contemplate whether I should “accidently” poke one of my children as they sleep to see if they could be encouraged to wake up and talk to me. Though I feel these thoughts may be a little wayward of “the Responsible and Nice Parent Charter” thus have not become reality… yet…
That’s about it.
I do feel healthier and I really don’t have a huge issue with not drinking at the moment, even the constant of rice and vegetables for dinner is something that I find quite appealing (it is reminiscent of the time I was head chef at a Thai restaurant. Rice with condiments was dinner for us every night of the week)… but we’ll see when the weekend comes… I think I need to re-assess how this cleanse is going to work. Maybe I should start by not calling it a cleanse any more and just lay off the booze mostly… yeah, that’s a good start.
Anyway, enough waa-waa and whatever from me. It’s starting to sound like spoutingactualshitisthebestshitever.com around here.
I’m just lucky I saved up a few posts of some food you may genuinely want to eat while I eat not much at all! All over that shit like fast growing mould on the petri dish.
BARBEQUED CHICKEN WITH THAI FLAVOURS
1 free-range chook, cut in half down the breast bone and spine
½ small brown onion, chopped
6 cloves garlic, chopped
1 thumb sized knob – check your boyfriend… no I meant 1 thumb sized knob of galangal, sliced
2 stalks lemongrass, white part only, sliced
3 kaffir lime leaves
2 dried long red chilli, same scenario as always, more if you like it hot
1 teaspoon palm sugar or castor is fine
1 tablespoon fish sauce
fresh lime and a range of Thai sides to serve
• Bash the hell out of everything, except the chicken and the fire, with a mortar and pestle or in a food processor. A coarse paste is good
• Rub that paste all over the chicken like you want it
• Let that chicken sit in the fridge for at least an hour while you get your fire started. Note; this fire may be your oven if that’s all you have. 180C or so should do the trick
• Grill over the quiet part of the fire for 45 minutes or until cooked, turning every 15 or so
• Smokey, chicken-y, tasty goodness
• Serve with a heap of Thai side dishes; start with rice, fresh lime, green papaya salad, pickled cucumber, chilli in fish sauce, crisp eshallots, more chilli condiments and whatever else you need
22 responses to “Barbequed Chicken with Thai Flavours… and tales from the wagon”
Good chicken, but I love “spoutingactualshitisthebestshitever.com”
Why thank you. It’s my new project. Smily face.
Yeah good one! Can’t wait to start the BBQ season!
So how long is this cleanse thingo planned for Graz? I am actually in huge admiration of you… I’ve thought about not drinking for a while (thought being as far as I’ve got) but I just haven’t been able to do it as yet. I guess my motivation isn’t strong enough. The idea of the healthy food cleanse sounds great though. I think that I could really benefit from that. And this chicken. Cos it looks darn amazing. Perfect summer food!
I was thinking a month would be a good amount of time. Maybe with a “pass out” or two for good behavior. I try and do it every year. It keeps me honest, but frees my already over active brain from the shackles of hazy mornings so it may get me up an hour earlier every day…
But it seems you are no stranger to getting up early/staying up late 🙂
Yeah, makes a lot of sense. Haha, you have a good memory! I’m definitely one of those people who functions on less sleep than recommended. Aaron and I usually just have one extra long sleep-in over the weekend and top up the sleep tank (well, that’s what I tell myself!).
Wow. That chicken looks pretty darn good. Interesting going on the wagon. I drink way too much and should probably do the same, but I guess I can wait till I get knocked up to do that. It seems so difficult.
Bahaha. That is absolute gold Amanda. Love it!
The wagon really can put things into perspective and we do a cleanse once a year, usually when we’ve spun out of control and headed into a downward spiral! I like a good cleanse though. I like coming out of a good cleanse even better! Scaled back, refreshed and ready to go! Great looking chicken!
Amen to that! I like a good clean-up of body and mind after Christmas celebrations turn into New Years celebrations and then some how just keep continuing on!!
This post + this chicken… Brilliant… This wagon thing? Well I’m not sure I could manage it, but back to that chicken…
Bahaha… indeed my friend!
Hmm yum that looks so delicious – will try that recipe – will have to buy a barbie first ha, ha no barbie – what the – keep up the cleanse you won’y know yourself & nor will anyone else – hmmm that could be a good thang – no/yes?
Mostly no probably… I get a bit hyper with nothing to suppress my brain. Smily face
Your barbecued chicken looks scrumptious. I’m amazed you can blog about food like this when you’re not actually allowing yourself to eat it – sounds like pure torture to me! 😉
Indeed my friend. Subjects better not spoken about 🙂
oh dear…I just got completely distracted by cooksuck.com…I had no idea.
Good luck with your clean eating/wagon month-ish period.
Bahaha. Put well my friend. Cheers!
me too. If there is a cooksuck.com I’m effed.
So yeah, about this cleanse…to me nothing sounds dirtier please do give it a new name 🙂
And dammit, it’s -28 C today. I can’t even open my goddam bbq so this chicken post is torturous to me as well. Can I just see photos of your rice and veggies?
A new name… That is a damn fine idea my friend. I might call it Dave.
And I’m sorry but the rice, although perfectly cooked, just isn’t that photo worthy!