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There is a reason that people pay so much more for a room or a home with a view. It provides much of the background entertainment that you need. You can sit on a porch in the late afternoon in Queenstown and look out over the lake and watch theRemarkables in the distance change from steely grey to orange to pink to blue and finally to black as the sun sets behind you. As long as there are other people around or some music playing in the background, or better both.
Last night, a group of us were sitting out on the balcony of the girls cabin enjoying the spectacular views that Queenstown at dusk provides and debating on who was going to get the task of going into the house to start getting dinner ready. The kitchen in the cabin is so small that only one person at a time can be working in there and it is set up in such a way that no one else can even be close enough to keep talking to the poor buggar who get stuck with kitchen duty. The debate raged on until everyone’s stomachs were growling and the idea was tossed out that we at least start by chopping the vegetables while sitting out on the porch. Thats easy enough because all you need to do is bring out a couple of cutting boards and knives and the chopping can be done at worst on your lap and at best on the small patio table. A food fight was inevitable and the tops of the pepers soon became projectiles for anyone who was silly enough to walk down to the car below and within range of the balcony. The vegies got chopped easy enough so then the suggestion was made to just go ahead and debone and cut up the chicken outside. This proved a little bit more difficult as the unsteadiness of a lap meant that was no longer was an option but the table was still there and eventually even the chicken was chopped and ready to go. Finally, all that was left was to cook everything together (we were making fajitas by the way). Since you cant exactly look fajitas on your lap, someone would have to go inside and use the stove, right? WRONG! One of the boys had a camp stove which he set up on the porch and Morven started cooking the stuff for the fajitas outside so that noone was ever banished to the kitchen.
It was all going great until the chicken got put on the banister to wait for its turn on the stove and then gravity decided to rear its ugly head and the chicken was the nights first casualty. The scene went by in slow motion as the chicken fell the 15 feet over the balcony and landed in the grass below. At least the possums will be well fed this week. The rest of the meal went off without a hitch and I think that I have decided that I am only going to eat outdoors for the rest of my days. Life doesnt get much better than good friends, good food and a great location.