No, not downtown Kiev, just an humble Weber at the Compound. Objective: Grilled chicken awesomeness. Method:
1. Brine chicken breasts, ignite grill, slice chicken into bite sized chunks, apply olive oil, season with rub (paprika, cumin, chili, garlic salt, salt and ground black pepper - mix it all up by hand).
2. Let it all rest while the grill gets hot. Maybe drink a rare beer, a Modelo, catch up with social media and note how many Brits were impressed by the UK on their soccer holiday, nice. Maybe play Fire on the Mountain, hey, it still rocks.
3. Skewer the chicken chunks and put 'em on the hot, hot grill, direct heat. Cover and let heat do its trick for around 12-14 minutes, turning half way through. Then remove and tent loosely with aluminium foil. Let rest as you enjoy some chilled white wine and listen to the Dead, all is good.
Friendly Forces: Vintage Sabatier, Amazon Music, sunny southern weather, a dog and the sheer marvel of Bluetooth speakers. For me that's a kitchen JBL Flip. Without getting down in the audio weeds, these little speakers work just fine for kitchen and porch, and they're cheap too, which is important.
Victory: Serve those grilled chicken chunks with rice and curry sauce. and fall on your scoff like a warrior. All good.
In other news, you'll note that a lot of Brits who came over to enjoy the soccer went back to the UK being vastly impressed by the US. This, even now, has an abundance, opportunity and freedom which seems to baffle visitors. Like what, you can buy a gun at Walmart and then go and eat BBQ and fried catfish before being amazed by a rodeo and the friendliness and patriotism of a people who aren't constantly apologizing for who they are. And on.
Take note, all you whining Leftist mountebanks who hate your countries and the West itself. You're like spoiled tantrum children raging against their parents because you've got a bed time and no candy before that either.
You get the parable, we're up against infantile nihilists. Problem. Solution? A sound spanking. Let's see it.
