Monday, September 29, 2003

Ovens

The Ovens. In Japan. They are very small. Imagine a microwave oven. Thats the size of the ovens in Japan. They are normal ovens and microwaves in one. And they are very small. I don`t know how people cope going from here to the States for example, where the average oven needs its own postal code, their food must get lost. It would be like trying to roast a chicken in an aircraft hanger.
The reason I bring this up is that this last weekend with Arch, Tom and Kerryn in attendance, we managed to roast a chicken. Not a noteworthy event usually, but seeing as we were roasting in shifts I thought I`d bring it up. First in....taties, those are done, out they go, in goes the halal chicken, imported from Brazil with cooking instructions in Arabic (not as helpful as perhaps it could be), then, in shifts, sidled in alongside the bird go the kumura, then the mushies, then the garlic, then the....it went on and on and around 10:00 on Saturday night we had the bird. And it was dashedly good.

We`d all worked up a hunger by tackling the Godo Miniature Golf course that day. I don`t want you to think this was a putt-putt type experience with windmills and volcanoes and the like. This was a miniature golf course. Sure, the holes were only 30-50mtrs long, but the worn-out-astroturf-on-concrete-bases made for some lightening fast greens. It also seems that in between Gary Players design studio and the Godo riverside there had been some sort of a mix up in that all of the `fairways` had a reverse camber on them. In addition there were no handily placed edges to the fairway, the ball would simply roll off the quick greens and into the rough, the bunkers contained river rocks. I am serious about this. The final killer was that over half the holes were placed on a slope....things were a little tough.

Still, fun was had by all, and when the time came to call the game on the 12th hole, we all had vey respectable 18 hole scores and a hankering for some roasted goodness. Certainly a fine catch up and as far as I can recall we called Paul in London Towne and had a natter. Good times.

I certainly hope you are all well, have some big fun out there,
berin

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