Name: Jerk Chicken And Beef
Ingredients: 20 Chicken wings; (20 to 30); 1 kg Tenderbeef rump steak; sliced into strips; 250 g Onions; quartered; 2 Chillies; seeded and halved; (2 to 3); 50 g Root ginger; chopped; 1/2 ts Greggs allspice; 1/2 ts Fresh thyme; 1 ts Ground black pepper; 125 ml White wine vinegar; 125 ml Dark soy sauce

CATEGORY	CUISINE	TAG	YIELD
Meats, Grains, Eggs		Jude3	8	servings

INGREDIENTS

20		Chicken wings; (20 to 30)
1	kg	Tenderbeef rump steak; sliced into strips
250	g	Onions; quartered
2		Chillies; seeded and halved
		(2 to 3)
50	g	Root ginger; chopped
1/2	ts	Greggs allspice
1/2	ts	Fresh thyme
1	ts	Ground black pepper
125	ml	White wine vinegar
125	ml	Dark soy sauce

INSTRUCTIONS

BEEF AND CHICKEN
FOR THE JERK SAUCE
Place all the sauce ingredients into a blender. Blend until smooth, pour
over the meat in two separate dishes.
Marinate for 2-4 hours in the fridge.
Remove from the sauce and place onto a hot BBQ. The wings will take 25-30
minutes over a medium heat. The steak slices will take 1-2 minutes turning
once. The meat should be quite black on the outside but tender and juicy
inside.
Serve with a garden salad of lettuce leaves and sliced onions.
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