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Nigel's Recipe: Chicken Satay
Satay Chicken with Crunchy Peanut Sauce - By Jo' Pratt From The Nation's Favourite Food
Prep time 10 mins + 2hrs or overnight for marinading
Cooking time 30 mins to 1 hour
8 chicken drumsticks or
large chicken wings,
preferably free range
For the marinade
1 tbsp soy sauce
1 tbsp clear honey
1 tsp turmeric
1-2 tsp ground cumin
1-2 tsp ground coriander
1 garlic clove, crushed
1cm/½" piece of fresh
ginger, peeled & finely
squeeze of lime juice
1 tbsp vegetable oil
For the sauce
5 tbsp crunchy peanut
1 tsp Thai red curry
120ml/4fl oz coconut milk
2 tsp soft dark brown
squeeze lime juice
a small handful of fresh
1. Pierce the chicken drumsticks several times each with a sharp knife & place in a non-metallic bowl.
2. Mix all the marinade ingredients together & stir into
the chicken. Leave to marinate for at least 2 hours, or overnight if you can, turning occasionally.
3. Preheat the oven to 200C/400F/Gas 6.
4. To make the sauce, place all the ingredients, except the coriander, in a small pan and bring to a simmer. Cook for a couple of minutes, stirring occasionally, until thickened. Transfer to a small bowl that's the right size for dipping the chicken drumsticks into, & leave to cool to room temperature. If you're using it, stir in the coriander just before serving.
5. Transfer the chicken pieces into a roasting tray with the marinade. Place in the oven for about 30 mins, turning occasionally until golden & thoroughly cooked through. To check they're cooked, pierce with a skewer: if the juices run clear, they're done; if the juices are still slightly pink, return to the oven for a further 10 minutes. Serve straight away with the crunchy peanut sauce.
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Today's Confession: Mechanic-Al Failure
Father Simon and the assembled forgiving collective.
I wish to confess something I did as a lowly poor student, back in 1990 when I was in the last year of my business studies course at Brighton Polytechnic, now more prestigiously known as Brighton Business School.
At the time I was living in a student house with three friends, close to the Poly where we very occasionally turned up to attend the odd lecture or two. The house was a typical student residence in a particularly dodgy part of Brighton and we lovingly gave the house the name of "Beirut Villas" just to add the touch of class it needed. The house only had three bedrooms upstairs, so I had the front room downstairs as my bedroom. We only had one communal telephone, which was in the small hallway just outside my bedroom.
Soon after we all started living in the house, we began to get phone calls from people asking if we were a famous chain of exhaust fitters. We soon realised that our telephone number was only one digit different to the company in Brighton, which was why we often received their calls. Most of the time when people called our number by mistake, we'd politely point out their error and give them the correct exhaust fitter’s number. However on one particular day, this did not happen.
My housemates and I had partaken in a particularly hard study session the night before the incident, which as normal had included copious amounts of alcohol. The next morning lying in bed, I was feeling particularly fragile, as did all my fellow housemates, when the phone started ringing...and ringing...and ringing. It was the old type bell "bring, bring" type phone, the noise of which had the knack of making your head throb when you were feeling slightly ‘under the weather’. As we had no answerphone, and as the telephone would not stop ringing, it fell to me as being closest to the phone, to crawl from my bed and answer the call. I answered the phone with a dry mouthed and hoarse, whispered "Hello?”
"Hello. Is that the exhaust fitters?" came the reply.
After having my deep hangover disturbed by this caller, and having had to crawl from what felt like my deathbed to pick up the phone, as you can imagine I was slightly annoyed at this caller for dialling the wrong number, and said rather gruffly, "NO IT ISN'T!"
"No need to be so rude!" said the man on the other end and cut me off, without so much as a hint of an apology.
Annoyed, I started to slowly crawl back to my bed when the phone started to ring again. I guessed it would be the same caller and was about to give him a mouthful when suddenly a wicked idea sprang to mind. I picked the phone up with a bright, "Good morning!"
"Hello. Is that the exhaust fitters?" came the reply and I instantly recognised the voice of the man who'd just called.
"Yes, mate" I lied. "What can I do for you?"
"I need an exhaust for my car and wanted to get a price." said the man.
"Let's just 'ave a quick look in the book. Hang on a sec'." I said in my best, mechanic type voice.
After a sharp intake of breath I said, "It's your lucky day mate. We've got a special on this type of exhaust. Including VAT it's only £7.50."
The man on the phone was astounded. Even in 1990, when prices were a lot lower than the present day, £7.50 was unbelievably cheap for an exhaust.
"Are you sure?" questioned the man. "That sounds really cheap."
"Yeah, it's a special promotion, but I'll just get Dave to check it."
At that precise moment, one of my fellow housemates had woken from his coma and was staggering slowly down the stairs.
"Oi Dave!" I called. "Just check the price on this exhaust, can ya? Is £7.50 right?" At first my friend looked confused but as I mouthed the words ‘exhaust fitters' to him and pointed at the handset, he instantly realised the prank I was playing and said, "Yeah, that's right. Cheap in't they?"
"That's brilliant" said the now, very happy man. "When can I bring it in?"
I pretended to look in the diary and finally said, "I can fit you in at 2 this afternoon if that's alright?"
He eagerly agreed and gave me his name which I pretended to write in the book, and then I finished the call with, "All booked in. I'll see you later then, mate". Oh, how my friends and I laughed. Later, we booked in a 2.20, a 2.30 and 4 at 2 2.35. And another few...later on.
But now, 22 years later, I feel the need to confess this act of student hangover revenge. Even though the man on the phone had been rude to me, I now feel I need to ask for forgiveness, partly for the fact that he thought he'd got the bargain of the century for his exhaust, and may have even had to take time off work to bring his car to the garage that day. But mostly I seek forgiveness in regards to the poor employees of the exhaust fitters in Brighton, and maybe there was even one there called Dave, who had to face this confused and possibly angry man at 2pm, 2.20, 2.30 etc that afternoon and explain to him that his exhaust was substantially more expensive than £7.50, and there was no record of him calling or booking his car in that morning.