We went away for a few days. Rented a place in an abandoned medieval village (we saw a couple walking around once but it's possible we were the only ones actually staying in the whole place) that had a swimming pool and outdoor bbq (not original features I assume). Plan was to go early and stop at some posh supermarket and spend the whole trip lounging by the pool and chucking stuff on the barbie. But the best laid plans etc.... we left really late and then I realised I had left my phone and we had to go back and leave even later. Couldn't find the place cos the directions were wrong and you couldn't get internet in the region, so we arrived even later later.... and with no food.
Luckily we realised that there was a mini supermarket in a nearby village but GF insisted in catching the last bit of sun (cos we had missed most of it by being late) by the pool before going, aiming to be there by half seven - which was fine in itself but left no margin for error cos at eight everything for hundreds of miles was shut and there would be no food.... unfortunately the supermarket WAS shut early cos of a power cut, but luckily there was a restaurant.... but unluckily it was full, or they didn't like us or outsiders in general cos they said we couldn't eat there.
We asked some random local woman if there was anywhere we could possibly reach to get some food if we jumped in the car and gunned it there (not really a good idea though as the roads were badly surfaced twisty bastards along the sides of big drops off hills and too narrow at almost any point for two cars to pass) and she said "why not the supermarket?" and we said "there's a power cut and they're not selling anything" and then this woman was "Like fuck they're not" and she drove there with us in tow and demanded that they open up and sell us some food. Which was great obviously (in fact there were a few times we needed help or directions and everyone always went out of their way to be helpful and go the extra mile, as opposed to here where if you ask a stranger for help they will always do the absolute bare minimum) but as it was obviously a tiny supermarket in the middle of nowhere the selection was quite limited.... so this is a roundabout of saying that over the last few days we've basically eaten nothing but chicken. There was some kind of offer on this box of about a hundred wings and a hundred legs - I assume a full flock gave their lives for it - marinated in some spicy thing. We cooked the whole lot on the bbq (no firelighters but we managed to get the necessary sustained heat to light the coals by exploding a cigarette lighter and then throwing it on the grill) the first day and ate pieces pretty much every meal thereafter and there are still a few left in the fridge...
Late report from last weekend, but I should mention that my brother-in-law is some kind of black-belt barbecue genius, and when we went and visited him and my girlfriend's sister, he barbecued this massive great slab of goat leg, which had been marinating for many hours, or possibly days, in olive oil, lemon juice and some herb and spice mixture, and OH MY GOD it was good.