grilled chicken

And so, to our grilled chicken. I want you to know that I am not passing on a recipe but so much more. I don’t want you to cook a meal, or even to appreciate good food. No, that is not my intent, not here, not ever. Instead I want you to understand that this meal is not what I want you to create. That can be done anywhere at any time. what I want you to create my friends, is an experience!

Without experience life would be dull, mundane and boring. But remember Bonofee Pie? We all love bonoffee pie. And the reason we love bonofee pie is not because of its wonderful sweet taste, but because it was such an experience that we wanted more. And every time we get bonoffee pie, we compare it to that experience and it must come up to scratch, because the experience has set the precedence for the taste of this most wonderful desert. – This my friends, is what we must aim for in our chicken. Not to replicate great taste, not to make a delicious meal, but to create an experience by which all other grilled chicken meals we be judged and struggle to compare.

Ladies and gentlemen – our grilled chicken.

Not to many ingredients:

Chicken (medium sized breast is ideal)
Thyme (fresh if possible but this has been created with dried thyme in mind)
Oxo cube (red box - sad I know, but essential)
Onion

So let us begin.

The chicken - the chicken must not be too large as it will only lead to problems later. As suggested, fillet breast. It MUST be clean, and at the point of deciding that the chicken is clean enough, if you cannot look at this chicken and decide that you would like to bite it – raw. Then this is not the chicken suitable for this experience. Allow me if you will to compare our chicken to that person you slept with but did not have a relationship with. Our that job you got but couldn’t wait to get out of.. it was ok, but its not what you WANTED!
Our chicken must be up to scratch. Its tone must be appealing its texture must make you want. You must be prepared to see your chicken and have the thought across your mind that this chicken is fine as it is and you do not need the other ingredients. You must enjoy the chicken in its most naked of states. I have had many jobs in my time, but none feed my soul in the way my current job does. All other professions seem boring in comparison. I have had the best sex with women I wanted to be with. And on both accounts, every day is an experience.

This MUST be your chicken. – rich in tone tender in flesh. And good enough to eat.


The onion. – the onion, though simple is essential to the experience. I want you to consider the onion as those elements in life we take for granted but without them we would always believe there is something missing. I don’t mean something as extreme as a hand or a foot, not even a car. No, but consider your favourite piece of music.. now that out the bass guitar! See! Its ok but its not the same. Its like like having friendships that don’t allow you to be you. You can do them but.. well they are just not the same. And its not the friendships as such, but the fact that you cannot be yourself and to that end, you are incomplete in the process of that friendship. Or another comparison. In the rush to be on time for work you forget to brush your teeth! You can perform your usual duties but knowing you have arse breathe means that something is missing and you yourself are not complete. This is the onion my friends. Essential to the experience, and though a only background flavour in the final scenery of our experience. It is still very much all-essential. Its like going on holiday and having mild weather – in Barbados!
Our onion must be crisp and full-flavoured and at the time of cutting must release its essence into the air. It must be fresh and full of juice, its scent must fill the air and your eyes must water as though you have lost a close relative.
It must be thinly sliced and use plenty of it – ones teeth can never be over brushed for a smile, and the best friends allow us not only be open, but to be totally ourselves.

If it is only some of these things – this is not our onion.

Remember my friends, it is not a meal we are creating.

Thyme. A herb which is grossly understated in cooking. And to me, this is the new garlic (which I never use). But what of herbs and spices. In this case we must understand that the herb is only there to enhance our meal. Very much in the way that a car enhances our life or exercise enhances our physicality. But it is not life itself as exercise is not our physical being. Too much herb is like too many drinks, is like overstaying your welcome, is like going to fast on the motorway. The result could be ruinious. – you have been warned.
It is important that we enjoy these things, even to the extreme, but not to excess. Herb creates the best of times, too much herb creates horror stories. Negative experiences. So how much is too much as not enough can lead to the bland and boring. Liberal sprinkling – no more, no less.

The Oxo. – please bear in mind that this will provide a salt taste to our chicken, and should also be sprinkled liberally, more so than the thyme. It is not to be watered down but applied dry. When you think back to last summer a a time when you were smiling, but nothing was particularly good, life was just of and, well, you were smiling, this is the oxo. It is that feeling that everything is ok. Nothing is going to ruin your day, and you have no great plans, and you just seem to smile. This is Oxo.

So lets put is together.

First, we take our chicken and sprinkle our thyme. Then we sprinkle our oxo. The thyme should disappear under the blanket of oxo and a faint vision of our chicken colour should just show through. Now we cover with onion.

All this should be applied to both sides but the onion is more important on the underside as it will burn under the grill heat eventually. So if you wish to apply more on the underside than the top, that fine but the top is essential too.

Place under the grill, and begin.

Low heat, low heat, low heat!!!! This is no time to blow it, especially after all the hard thought you have put in. The low heat does 3 things:

1/ it allows much of the flavour to stay in the chicken as it holds it newly flavoured moisture inside.

2/ it will stop our chicken going dry

3/ it allows our chicken to cook properly!

I have no idea of grill settings but I suggest half of a full blast should do it. Our cooking time is 45 mins to an hour. And our chicken should be turned every 5 mins for the first 20 mins, and then every ten mins for the remaining time. – stand there and watch it. This is a labour of love but know that you will not be eating a meal once done, but having an experience which other experiences must match. Stand, watch and love your creation.

During this process, The mixture on top of the chicken will burn, you must turn before this happens completely at all stages of the cookong, and underneath the chicken, the mixture will be wet from the juices of the chicken allowing longer cooking times after the first turn.

Once it is cooked, have it with a small side salad, cherry tomatoes, red onion, lettice of your choosing and enjoy my friends. Do not enjoy the meal, but savour the experience you go through as you taste to full flavour of each bite of the juicy grilled chicken.

Hopefully there have not been too many spelling mistakes or grammatical errors for you and full meaning (and i mean the real meaning) is understood. As with all Alchemy, we must search for the gold in life and I have given you a small piece of mine. Enjoy. :o)

Awoken :o)

Hello old friends.

I have been asleep for some time but i have had such dreams and visited such places, and now...

Well now im awake!

Been on a very spiritual journey, and found myself. I am prepared to face my demons this year and give my heart to the angels that keep me safe.

..and thats just the beginning.

Look out for my grilled chicken recipe folks, its pure gold. In fact its more than that, its Alchemy at its finest!

xxxx back soon my loved ones. :o)

Hello Everybody

Hi ya folks :o)

I have been asleep for some time, but i am awake now and back to offer my opinion on... stuff.

I trust you have all been well, nost of you have i can see. :o)

More a little later, but do come back soon folks.x


Love Silent O.

But briefly...

I did a seminar on anger today in front of a bunch of university teachers - Tough crowd folks, tough crowd.

Usually when i do a presentation, i can set the room alight. I never walk away thinking "Did i do a good job?" which is what happened today. I know i won them over in the end, but they were a really tough audience.

Anyway, enough of my woffle, back soon folks.

Hope you are all well by the way. I have not had time to catch up with whats been going on with everybody but i will be next time i am here.

take special care
Love SO

folks..

Sorry ive been away for so long, her in doors is on holiday and i get banned from the machine when shes around so i do appologise.

Enjoy the story below and i shall be back on thursday, possibly sunday which is when i shall be free next. :o)

There is good in the world...

...And im sitting here! :o)

Hi ya folks, first my story...

Half one in the morning, bored out of my mind and considering bed, I hear a knock at the door! Half one!! ...in the morning!!! ...My door!!!!

So first theirs the shock factor "who the fuck is that??". Then there is the complete discount "Nope, i didnt hear it, must have been the wind". and then back into relax position where my bordeom isnt so bad afterall.

And then it knocks again! Ok, now action must be taken. So my immediate reaction is to send her in doors. But the look on her face suggests that i should have gotten up already.lol So away i go.

Now, on my way to the front door, i have considered where all the waepons are in the house and weather or not i could realistically get to them in time should this all go money shot. But bravely i continue to the front door.

We have frosted glass in our sort of porch, and a sold door. and through the frosted glass all i can see is this little white figure. (Im now recalculating how long it will take me to get to the weapons) and i here this voice "Can you here me" - its an elderly voice ...Half one in the morning?? somethings not quite right here. So i open the door.

(its at this point folks that i have to tell you that i was more scared by the shallowy white figure appearing at the window than anything else it might have been - Im not going to say i shat myself, but i shat myself - To much tely that is.)

As i open the door, before me is this short, elderly gentleman with blood pooring down his face. "can you here me?" he said. My immediate thought was "...Are you takin the piss?", followed by "But its half one??", followed by "Check for the ambush factor". (Ya got to live where i live folks! lol) so admittedly i kept this poor old man on the doorstep longer than i would have liked.

But then i helped him in and all was well with the world. My next priority was to help this poor old man who began to tell me his story. "Hold on chap, ill just get you a chair". rushed inside, and got her in doors. She works with the elderly and came in useful. I got wet towels and tissue to help clean his face and she sent me away.lol basically the towels needed to be dry and dont touch the blood. NOW SHE TELLS ME!!!

Anyway, he get cleaned up and as this goes on he tells his story (having already established he didnt escape from the nearest nursing home) "I went out at half eight ...on me own ...I was going shopping ...and i got lost ...i wont keep you long i have to get back and ill be off in a minute". He is in NO state. and we ask him for his address - he cant remember. and me and her in doors are chatting between ourselves when he says "My sons number is *** ****", well, we werent expecting that! he was smarter than we thought for a man of 83 and we called his son.

The real story goes as follows: He went out at half 8 and said he was going for a walk around the block after complaining he was bored of sitting home all day. - Got lost, and after an hour, the police had been out looking for him - he even had his own chopper! and the searched bushes. He had been wondering all that time and about half hour before coming to me, had had a fall; had knocked on many doors on the street but none of them would answer, until he met me! - and now the police were on there way to my house too, to collect this man who had made this night exciting.

So when confronted with an elderly person, what do you do - thats right folks, make tea! Now i have to say, when it comes to making tea, im a bit of a master. And when i gave his tea, he was a different bloke! "That a lovely cup of tea that is!" he said, and i nearly sat down to chat. But his hands stopped shaking, his face voice and sense of panic calmed and he relaxed.

Ultimately what ruined the evening was the annoying policeman who was very rude to the old man and almost seemed to imply that we had something to do with his injuries. - Bloody annoying twat, but dont get me started!!

So off went the old man whose wife was in the car the with annoying policeman moaning about having to take him home first to pick up his son, and then take him to the hospital to get him looked at, and "do you know how many people we've had looking for you..?". - Its ya job!!! fucking do it, and if you dont like it, go back to sales!! - he was really annoying folks.

and that was the end of my night of excitement. But that old man can knock on my door anytime!

So there you go folks. hope you are all well and spreading warm fuzzies everywhere.


Love SO

Global warming

So, im standing at a bus stop waiting for a bus when i get to meet this charming old man.

Now dont get me wrong folks. Im not one for talking to strange drunk men, but this one got to talk to me before getting drunk, what a nice bloke.

Anyway, after talking to him i thought i wuold get round to my global warming blog.

Some interesting facts:

There are 7 billion people on this planet and if we all had cars, and fridges and all the other stuff we had to get rid of due to global warming - i mean really maxed out, we would only make up 18% of this planets total o2 immisions.

34% comes from land - all those bubbling vocanos and caves etc

and the daddy of the all is the sea! 48%!!!!

...and sadly i cant remember where the other 10% went but it was minimal and nothing could be done about it anyway.

But when i was a kid the weather was nothing like it was today. I remember regular snow in winter. I remember cold autumns. But then i remember lots of things.

One of the things i remember was the map of the world. huge patches of lush green lands accross our great global landscape. And today i saw a map with not so many green bits! You know we have wiped out so many trees globally its a miracle we dont look like Mars. We were flattening trees across the globe before we long before we all knew what a rain forest was, or what it did, or how it played its part in maintaining our delicate planetary system. We have wiped out some of the oldest tress in the world for crops and roads and cities and factories. and well, just to change the view! we have hacked away at trees in the last 200 years as if they were going out of fashion and i think its safe to say (thinking of our recent floods) its cost us big time!

Deserts getting bigger, all that ice melting - the face of this planet is in the process of change and there is nothing we can do about it, well we could. And in fact, as this is my blog and i can rant all i like, i shall say, instead of sending our fine troops to pointless wars in dusty desert lands, why not send them to fend for unprotected forests? why not have them develop a military plan for replanting? Instead of telling people about doing something about the 8% they are producing now.

And dont even get me started on global dimming!

Remember Dinosaurs? As i recall they started eating a lot of trees too and they got hit not only by a meteor, but there was also a plum earthquake that also set of the blackening of the sky lasting longer than the effects of the meteor. (told you i was a geek)

I believe gods once walked this planet, the dinosaurs and probably a few other things as well. the the ones that have lasted are remembered in some way. Gods in stories and worship, Dinosaurs in rock and Barney. How will we be remembered when we are no more? will we be known as the ones who thought we could stop a change, but didnt think we could create one.

who knows. Blog possibly.lol

Hope you are all well you wonderful people. Even you baldy.