Category: bbq
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Iluka 2466, day two
Day two. We opt for breakfast at the house as Iluka is one of those places that has “tastee omelet” (quoted directly from the menu) or “baked beans on toast for $6.50” type breakfast joints. I’m not saying that I’m a food snob but… I’m just not feeling the baked beans on cheap white bread…
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Whole salmon over smoke and coals to please Thor…
I think it is clear to anyone that knows me that I am of Viking descent. It is also clearly represented in history books with geographical maps written by important people with grey moustaches and clever looking glasses that the origin of my fore fathers is ancient Scandinavia. Thus this night was chosen to thank…
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My mum’s tomato, cucumber and onion salad
My mum is really neat My mum is fantastic I love my mum She carried me in her belly for ages That’s a pretty good effort Happy Mothers Day ma xo I think you’d agree excellent poetry is another feather in my cap… I really should stop putting all of those stupid looking feathers…
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The duck kill…
“It’s people like you…” Is always a bad start to a conversation. Just saying… This week we killed some of our ducks. Some people call it dispatching but let’s face it, I am not here to sugar coat my monologue for your over sensitive eyes. We were killing the ducks. When ever this event (and…
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Camping, camp food and other interesting stuff
Where has your favourite food-blogging filthy-mouthed pirate been? Been camping, that’s where. I guess the definition of camping could be a lot of different things to a lot of different people… much like the phrase “no, you may not enter through my back door”. For some it is a reason to avoid showering for a…
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Five ingredient exploding tastebud techniques for Troppo #2… the dirty burger
This is seriously quicker than getting your fat ass into some trackie dacks, waddling to your car and heading out to a burger-of-ill-repute drive through (yeah I’m talking to you comic book guy). This is every five-ingredient-exploding-tastebud-techniques padiwans dream. Because let’s face it; who doesn’t like a good burger. I’ve rambled on about them before…
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Smoky fire roasted tumeric chicken for Troppo…
As part of my new segment, “Easy shit for Troppo to cook”. My mate Troppo is a man of simple pleasures. A nice girl, something to eat, snow and some good tunes are a fine beginning to a smiling Troppo. When venturing into that belly-filling hub of any home, the kitchen, Troppo likes to cook…
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One fish two fish, red fish, blue fish, and turtle for dinner with Edwardo the Greek…
It may not rhyme but it does still sound freakishly like a scenario Dr Seuss would conger up. But it isn’t. And another untruth that may have occurred is Edwardo is not actually Greek. He is Italian. Edwardo was in fact introduced to us by our friend Micky (who now has two feathers for his…
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Big assed risotto with chicken, chorizo and prawns to impress a crowd
When I pulled myself out of bed this morning I was met with the lingering smell of smoky goodness from our adventures the previous evening (just to clarify they were cooking adventures) and they memories came flooding back. No, that’s a lie. The memories sporadically trickled in like David Hasslehoffs fan mail. A fuck off…
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The Spit Roast… hehem
PIG ON A SPIT There are places I could go with a title like that. Places some people might call their happy place while others would call them dark, sinister places. Places that I will be steering clear of today. A moment of compassion? Maybe. Still got a bit of a fuzzy head and really…
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