tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21859438.post3565456295479926674..comments2024-02-28T15:50:11.308+00:00Comments on Five Centres: It's called 'getting older'Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21859438.post-55428081138953031412009-05-12T10:50:00.000+01:002009-05-12T10:50:00.000+01:00Well, my tricks would be to avoid chicken legs, bu...Well, my tricks would be to avoid chicken legs, burgers and sausages for a start :)<br /><br />Minced lamb, rosemary and garlic, mix together, roll into balls and thread balls onto skewers. Grill, remove skewer whilst placing in long roll with tzatziki on top.<br /><br />Halloumi and green pepper kebabs, cook until the peppers just blacken (but the cheese is not melting)<br /><br />If you do want sausages, use the thin chipolata ones which cook quicker and won't be raw in the middle.<br /><br />And always do a potato salad :)fourstar71https://www.blogger.com/profile/17912282320117440112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21859438.post-51451094478142980282009-05-11T17:35:00.000+01:002009-05-11T17:35:00.000+01:00With gas bills going up, up, up, I've started usin...With gas bills going up, up, up, I've started using our barbecue as much as possible, seeing as there's a sodding great canister of propane in the shed, paid for two whole summers ago and barely a quarter emptied. It's very easy to barbecue food badly. It's either overdone or underdone. With chicken, a few minutes on full blast in the microwave ensures that nobody will get the threepenny bits, leaving the barbecue to do its stuff on the outside. Burgers - straight from frozen. If you make your own, freeze them first. That solidity on initial impact is all you need to make sure they stay intact through cooking. Sausages - eternal vigilance. If you have a gas barbecue, have one burner on low for sausages and one on high for everything else. I suspect that Fourstar can add some tricks to the list.Louis Barfehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09500085182214151483noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21859438.post-32116129156256285872009-05-11T14:53:00.000+01:002009-05-11T14:53:00.000+01:00Well Kitten, I shall look forward to seeing you re...Well Kitten, I shall look forward to seeing you recreate that tomorrow.Jon Peakehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04471926651090670258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21859438.post-43601515976274399982009-05-11T13:18:00.000+01:002009-05-11T13:18:00.000+01:00Yeah, I too went through that post-student era of ...Yeah, I too went through that post-student era of regular parties (1995 to 2000, approx.). Living in a shared house, we had one every six weeks on average. The cosmopolitan melting pot that was our kitchen (spacious but with a moppable floor, so the idea venue) spawned three marriages (one has now split, though) and countless ill-advised drunken hook-ups (but none involving me!), and left a residue of half-drunk bottles of weird liqueurs that mostly got poured down the drain when we all moved out in 2004.<br /><br />Nowadays though, any gathering involving more than about 6 people is too many, frankly. I still know all the dance steps to "Saturday Night" by Whigfield, though...A Kitten in a Brandy Glasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10193831795902156558noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21859438.post-82722813720097581722009-05-11T11:53:00.000+01:002009-05-11T11:53:00.000+01:00Eating burnt sausages by a bin. That is it entirel...Eating burnt sausages by a bin. That is it entirely.Dan Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11544340593291117457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21859438.post-35026964521137909842009-05-11T11:48:00.000+01:002009-05-11T11:48:00.000+01:00Barbequeues? My chum calls them 'eating burnt saus...Barbequeues? My chum calls them 'eating burnt sausages by a dustbin'. Which is true, though not at my house, of course.<br /><br />I spurned two social events on Saturday as I just wasn't up for it. But when you're still single at our age, you generally feel you've still got to be 'out there', and it's starting to grate with me rather a lot.Clairhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01914896847679973163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21859438.post-56927651172602792382009-05-11T11:47:00.000+01:002009-05-11T11:47:00.000+01:00I actually had an appalling night out with 'young ...I actually had an appalling night out with 'young people' on Friday which was such a novelty I might have to blog about it. <br /><br />BBQs are ok. Men get to bond over flames. Women get to discuss their boring children outside instead of in. Everyone gets to make constant exclamations about the weather.Cocktailshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06091341579556869010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21859438.post-16143556786319978342009-05-11T11:23:00.000+01:002009-05-11T11:23:00.000+01:00"...lame burger on crap bread with a fake cheese s..."...lame burger on crap bread with a fake cheese slice..."<br /><br />Sounds like you're not going to the right BBQs :)fourstar71https://www.blogger.com/profile/17912282320117440112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21859438.post-55372255128655258712009-05-11T11:04:00.000+01:002009-05-11T11:04:00.000+01:00I had a cluster of 40th parties a while back that ...I had a cluster of 40th parties a while back that were spread across the country, and I gamely went along to three or four of them with the strict proviso that I would stay in a hotel nearby ("but you can have the box room!"). I hated the experience so much (four hours drunken sleep in an uncomfortable strange bed, long journey home the next day with a hangover) that I have said no to all such subsequent invitations. It's my own bed or nothing. And preferably no later than 1.30.<br /><br />As for BBQs...shudder.Kolley Kibberhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07055145770836351738noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21859438.post-10879772021808105712009-05-11T10:26:00.000+01:002009-05-11T10:26:00.000+01:00With you on the BBQs. I never seem to enjoy the id...With you on the BBQs. I never seem to enjoy the idea or the reality of them as much as everyone else. Sure it sounds good. Sun, beer, nice food... But in reality you stand in a windy patio, wait for a lame burger on crap bread with a fake cheese slice. No one ever actually wants more than two burgers, then you invariably spill tomato ketchup down your shirt. Then you go home, bloated, wind-battered, sauce covered and strangely unsatisfied. But you've got to go, because, everyone loves BBQs right?Dan Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11544340593291117457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21859438.post-90790785813477344392009-05-11T09:57:00.000+01:002009-05-11T09:57:00.000+01:00My best clubbing/partying days are behind me, and ...My best clubbing/partying days are behind me, and that's for the best. <br /><br />I do recall when I was in my twenties and pretty much out every weekend, anyone still doing it who looked 'a bit older' was definitely "look at them who do they think they are at their age granddad" fodder.<br /><br />That said, the cottage idea is great - we now go to cottages in the countryside with a few choice mates for a weekend's boozing and Guitar Hero/SingStar silliness, if we can all ship the kids to the grandparents at the same time. But you are right - we make sure we all have our own rooms :)fourstar71https://www.blogger.com/profile/17912282320117440112noreply@blogger.com