Well, not at the same time to the same bird, silly!
Last night it was marinated, jerked chicken. The marinade overnight and cooking on the grill compensated some for the flatness in the spice.
Tonight it’s fried chicken–crazy delicious–the remains of which will be an airplane picnic tomorrow.
It’s an interesting place, Negril: Dissolute, heavy in contrasts between the educated and the uneducated, the hapless and the aspirant.
All I do is read here or write here.
If it’s reading, it’s about 250 pages a day.
Writing: 75 pages of edit per day.
Not at the same time, silly!