Hello my pretties! Take my (severed) hand and let me give you a peek into my annual Halloween party. It’s an event that gets me going throughout the year. This month was particularly busy with the Sydney International Food Festival and before I knew it, it was the 20th of October and I hadn’t even sorted out my costume.

Luckily I had been planning this party even before last year’s finished (yes I’m an obsessive kind of person, can you tell?) and I had my menu sorted. I wanted to make different things from last year and I wanted it to be even more grisly than last year. I waited and waited and waited for my oven. It was about a month late and was on the way to me from the nice people at LG. It finally arrived and I can already see that she (and it is a she no doubt) is also something that loves dramatic entrances so we’ll get along just fine. I was set for my baking duties and so I had to get my costume together.

Bloody Brain Pannacotta and Shortbread Witch’s Fingers

I am not one for sewing. In fact the only craft I can muster up is really cooking. So I chose to buy my costume and there was one I had my heart set on, the Queen of Hearts from Alice in Wonderland (I even had the tiara ready for it). Now that I had my outfit sorted, I needed to turn my attention to the decorations. Places were selling out of their Halloween goodies and whenever I’d walk into a shop, there would be a gaggle of people amongst the Halloween section with adults and kids alike grabbing costumes and decorations.

I wanted to go more ghoulish and squeamish this year so I went with Donna the Dead, the moaning sensor activated animated moaning head. I picked up my charming severed head from The Party People in Sans Souci and discovered a treasure trove of ghoulish goodies. We got to chatting and they agreed to lend me some props for the party including these two charming mummies and a faux bloody brain and severed hand! Mr NQN dressed up as a surgeon gone psychotic and answered the door holding the body parts (he was originally to go as Hannibal Lecter holding a bottle of chianti, fava beans and a liver).

But enough dithering, let me show you the food which is always one of the most important parts to a celebration aside from the company!

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Trust me when I tell you that I am not a satanist. Nor that I am judging being a satanist, but as I am queasy at the sight of blood a future as a Satanist is not in my cards, nor is being a doctor (aversion to bodily fluids also cancels this out). But when my blogging buddy Christie and I drive past the Goat Meat restaurant on our way to the Harry’s Bar event, we squeal with excitement. A Goat Meat restaurant you say? Yes. One with drawings of goats frolicking outside? Yes. And just like that we cancel our dinner plans elsewhere and make a last minute decision to go Goat Meat.

In the restaurant there is another large table of people mid-meal. We ask to see the menu-just in case-just in case of what I am not sure. We are intrigued by the offerings so we sit down and ask the waitress for her recommendations. We’re not well versed in goat meat, both of us only having it in curries, so she recommends the grilled goat meat and the raw goat meat (stay with me, hold onto my hand, it’s not as scary as it sounds). There’s a page of more traditional (and non goat-ey) dishes and a page of the more bovine kind. The waitress asks us if it is our first time here and indeed it is and she smiles and says proudly that this is the only Goat Meat restaurant in Australia.

Salted Lemon juice and Salted Plum drink $3 each

We order some drinks, a Salted Lemon drink and a Salted Plum drink. We’re not sure what to expect but they’re actually quite delicious albeit quite salty. I don’t find them as thirst quenching as I’d like though but they are very flavoursome.

Grilled Goat Meat with rice vermicelli $18

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There are a few things that are said to be “typically Australian”. Beer  is one thing and BBQs are another. A man clutching a tinnie of beer wearing a “kiss the cook” or boobie apron turning steak over and over again until it’s thoroughly charred is a combination of these two things. I could go on about the list of typical Australianisms (rhyming slang or esoteric terminology like “Dinky Di” or “Ridgy Didge” are said to be typical) but I can’t say I’ve ever uttered these phrases except in jest. And unless you’ve been living under a rock this past week, you’ll have noticed the enormous amount of promotion for the new film “Australia” so let’s call this our little contribution to the cause.

Food and BBQs over the Summer take advantage of our wonderful warm weather. And it’s one of the few times a man will strap on an apron to cook which is never a bad thing. When I first saw this recipe in Matthew Evans’ The Weekend Cook I bookmarked it immediately and asked around as to whether friends had a BBQ with a lid – I would bring the chicken and the beer. Unfortunately everyone’s BBQs were lidless but when M mentioned buying a new BBQ with a lid, a date was quickly made. I think she thought I was crazy when I started going on about a chicken with a can of beer stuck up its backside but to her credit she didn’t call the police.

There were only three types of beer in tinnies at the bottle shop so we chose the one we felt typified Australian beer, or at least the working class glass, the VB (Victoria Bitter). I’m not a big beer drinker but VB seems to be the beer of choice for a friend’s husband and I’m pretty sure that if you look up “Aussie Bloke” in the dictionary, his picture would appear, next to his dog and ute.

Chicken seasoned with salt, pepper and native Australian bush spices

Instead of using salt and pepper we used a salt and pepper and native Australian bush spice blend heady with Australian Lemon Myrtle which is like a Lemon Verbena.

The pressure was on, after all the chicken was the main “meat” at the dinner party with M, Malcolm, Fay, Parwin and Manisha and baby Jay (we had another chicken in the fridge as “back up”). I didn’t want the night to be remembered as “Do you remember that time when that crazy girl stuck a can of beer up the chicken’s ass and tried to BBQ it?”. Rather I wanted it to be remembered as “Do you remember that time when that crazy girl stuck a can of beer up the chicken’s ass and BBQd it and it actually tasted nice?”.

Impaling the chicken onto the beer

The two slightly tricky parts was firstly impaling the chicken onto the can of beer (you’ll want someone to hold the can while you wiggle the chicken onto it). And do put it into the “bottom” of the chicken, unlike me who tried putting it in the top, such was my confusion. After the chicken is cooked and lovely and crispy brown, the can may be hard to get out from under the chicken, especially as it has very hot beer inside it so just be very careful – I would hate for you to get injured whilst attempting this!

Other dishes served: Mashed potato, mushrooms, leeks and blue cheese

Other dishes served: Steamed cassava

The resultant chicken is a gorgeously tender bird, steamed and so soft on the inside by the beer yet crisped and browned on the outside. So much so that M decided to make a trip to the store tomorrow to buy a tinnie of beer to BBQ her other remaining chicken.

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