So I think I mentioned in a previous post that Tigh na Mara has no oven. Japanese don’t do ovens. I have to have an oven.
I consulted my learned brother Ian as to which way I should go. Ian knows more about cooking outside than anyone and possesses an impressive array of exterior cooking things.
Ian immediately gave advice that carried such conviction that my future instantly appeared brighter. Ian is a doctor and I understand his success.
He said “Cobb.” http://www.cobb-bbq.co.uk/ He also made it so that a big brown- paper-wrapped parcel arrived in my office in Okinawa today.
I could not sit still all day. I was desperate to get home and try out my new machine.
There is something about cooking outside using wood that has always lit my fire.
I finally get home an unpack the beast. My hands are trembling.
I leave it for 1:30 hrs, during which time I learn tunes on the flute and wonder at the media frenzy on Hurricane, well not really, just a storm thing, Sandy. You wanna see the effects of a real typhoon then get on Trans Love Airlines to Okinawa.
Meat perfect, Aubergines perfect, Mushrooms yummy, Potatoes underdone. Maybe cut them into smaller pieces.