Category: chicken
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A toast, a toast, to the Sunday roast… for mid week dinner
Too often the great Sunday roast is a concept that is abandoned to die a lonely death in a post apocaliptic waste land of shriveled up battery hens, tough, dry-as-Egyptian-sand-script lamb, under cooked potatoes, over cooked greyish hued beans and gravox gravy. Or maybe the baine marie for the “pension card holders 9 dollar special”…
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Iluka 2466, day one
Day one. We rolled into town on a small pink unicorn named Joe. Strange name for a unicorn I know, but it was inherited from his previous owner. There was no fanfare, zero celebration and we were not even acknowledged by the town hobbit. But I couldn’t hold this against the place… could I? Immediately…
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Smoked chicken, fennel and potato stew type thing
I had this meal in the pot in 5 minutes, which left me with plenty of time to go out to the verandah and sit back in my old rocking chair, smoke my corncob pipe and pay some more attention to my collection of dirty magazines from the early eighties. This is a great recipe…
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I’m baaaaack… The return of Paul’s Caul!
How the focaccia?? It’s been way to long since I’ve sat in front of a computer and told you all a story, or given you a recipe or ranted in your general direction. This has been for many reasons, to start off with I stuck a huge knife In my hand and severed an artery…
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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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Miss Margaritas Cantina, Byron Bay
Aaah, back to ol’ Byron town for dinner. A town that has disappointed me so much of late with it over priced and under quality food service providers. There should be a department to police the service of shit food at exuberant prices, but I guess they would end up corrupted and in the back…
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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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Burgers for boy’s night
Burgers for boy’s night It was myself and my sons Seba and Obi, both young. Probably to young to be watching hardcore porn and drinking straight whiskey, but it was boy’s night so I’ll let the age thing slide. And we also had the company of their cousin Gareth, who was doing work experience at…
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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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What becomes of the broken bunnies?
After our effing fantastic flood relief rabbit cook up last night (or two nights ago now) there was still a bit of chicken and rabbit left. I always have fun with leftovers. I wait until everybody has left the house and then I sit back and have a glass of wine and I slowly… No.…
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