Girls can cook with Weber’s too...?

Tucky joined me in my little room in Hackney for a couple of days, it was really nice to have one of my oldest friends with me, especially as London can sometimes leave you feeling a little lonely.  

As she is a nutritionist and is constantly on my case about my eating habits, or lack thereof, I sneakily bought a few stock standard items to bulk up the cupboard and fridge and I think she was suitably fooled.  She did join me for a dinner of vegemite toast on one occasion therefore reaffirming my belief that vegemite is a food group. 

On Saturday we met up with another friend Vanessa, and we all explored Broadway market together, looking at all the yummy produce and watching everyone sip lattes.   

Clapham Common with the girls

 

That evening we ventured to Vanessa’s house in Clapham and decided to cook dinner.  In the exploration of Vanessa’s backyard we found a Weber bbq!  This then led to Tucky and I regaling about how much the Weber has featured in our past memories.  There’s always one of your dad’s mates that brings the Weber along to parties/bbqs and spends many territorial hours lighting/stoking/cooking the meat to perfection. Tuck was even invited to an engagement party where the food was provided by the father in laws and family, appointed the ‘Weber army’.

So naturally, we thought we should give it a go. 

After selecting choice cuts (supermarket sausages and chops) and finding the appropriate fuel (quick lighting coal – because it only takes 15 minutes, right?) we returned to start the barbie.

 

I somehow got cooking duty and after lighting the ‘quick light’ coal, removing debris from reach of flying embers, putting ‘quick light’ coal out and relighting 3 times, and removing the worried English housemate’s nylon shorts off the line – we finally got down to business... 1 hour later.

note the brownage on the snags...perfection

As the Weber had obviously not been previously appreciated ,the top part of the grill was covered with a blue/green/greyish mould (the idea that the heat has probably killed all germs didn’t go down to well) so we replaced the top grill with a makeshift baking tray.  In no time (perhaps another hour) we had the perfectly cooked bbq.  Success, thank you very much. 

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The next couple of days were spent at Bricklane market, walking through parks and streets and witnessing a full on scrag fight at one of the local clubs.  There was hair pulling involved.  

So our time in London came to an end, the final pack up of my room and my back pack and I having strong words with each other about exactly how much you can fit into one bag, rounded out my time in London.    

Tucky suggested I write something about leaving London, as in ‘Bye London’ or ‘Bye London!’ or ‘Bye London...’ 

we settled on ‘Bye London?’ and I'll just leave it at that.