I made some chicken stock yesterday using the carcasses of the two chickens we had on Sunday, dump the whole lot into a large pot ( mine is about 6 litres), cut an onion into 8 segments, roughly cut up two sticks of celery and add to the pot; make up a huge bunch of herbs ( parsley, thyme, oregano, rosemary and two bay leaves) and pop into the pot, chop up one mushroom, add about 12 black pepper corns and a teaspoon of rock salt and fill with 5 litres of cold water, bring to the boil and simmer until only about 1 1/2 litres are left, skim the surface really well and strain, adjust the seasoning and store.
Joe and I decided it was time to have a BBQ, the weather is good so why not eat alfresco. I decided to have those sirloins that Eamon gave me, well done mate they were fantastic.
I took one of my shotgun stocks up to a Gunsmith called Gerald, I needed to get it extended by 22 mm, anyway on the way back only a mile from Gerald’s house there’s a set of traffic lights where I turn left, as I approached I thought some inconsiderate bastard had lit a garden fire as you couldn’t see anything but smoke, as I turned left a red Alfa Romeo saloon came into view through the smoke ( he was sitting at the lights), I realised the smoke was coming from his car, in fact the front of his car was on fire. He was sat totally oblivious of this fact, I pointed at the front of his car and shouted ” your cars on fire mate” , he waved back and said something like “how are you butt” thinking I knew him. How can anybody be in a car and not know that it’s on fire, you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face. What a dopey sod. But let’s face it he must have something missing in the first place to buy an Alfa Romeo.