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Wooli day 7… Corn Fritter Waffles
If you have been paying attention to my posts over the last week and not just skim read (Oh yes that’s for you Laura. Book indeed), you would certainly be able to detect a trend in subject matter. Yes you clever heads, the boys and I are in Wooli. A small fishing village on the…
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Wooli part 7… post number 500, 400 followers and a big pot of Chilli Con Carne
Chilli Con Carne with Beer Post number 500 and we’ve just hit 400 followers to top it all off! And what better way to celebrate than a few beers with an old friend, while on holiday and eating a big fat pot of slow cooked goodness (not the pot, just the contents, that is). This…
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Wooli part 6… the Wooli Oyster Po’ Bo’
Today I set about redeeming myself before the Oyster Gods for my lack of successful consumption of the exotic bivalve mollusc they had so generously laid before me yesterday… and this time I have come with a plan and a secret weapon. We have decided we will be having oyster po’ bo’s… or as the…
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Wooli part 5… Mongrel Oysters Kilpatrick
Mongrel Oysters Kilpatrick Wooli may not be home to hipster cafes or trendy restaurants. In fact it’s sole café is only open, and I quote the guy out the front with the sea farers moustache, “Thursdy through Sundy” (I’m pretty sure that guy does the opening hours for the café and restaurant and oyster farm…
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Wooli part 4… Cervapcici (Skinless Sausages)
These are some tasty little Croatian/Serbian (I certainly won’t be taking sides in that one) sausages. Tasty little skinless sausages, much like circumcised penises except tastier… not that I would know. No circumcised throbbing member for me, thank you. Cevapcici sure. Throbbing member no thank you. It is suggested that a fitting accompaniment to these…
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Wooli part 3… ridiculous stuffed croissant for breakfast
Pastry chef goes a little crazy when he hears the news of the immanent closure of our place of employment. Pastry chef bakes unusually large croissant… not for the purpose of any kind of freakish Friday night, keys in the hat type party, but for human consumption. I bring said croissant on holiday to visit…
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Wooli part 1… Steak with Blue Cheese Sauce
We’ve hit Wooli. No not wooly, Wooli. Wooly is something like slippers or a word that is like verbal Viagra to a Kiwi. So Wooli, another of those cracking little seaside towns the boys and I like to frequent on my annual break. We have arrived at our little holiday shack which is adorned in…
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Bacon and Broccoli Pasta or Pizza… Bacon Week Overflow
As you may well gather from my last few posts it is damn cold in these normally sun kissed and glowing Northern Rivers. All I have is a constant reminder of how the magic rays of the sun can benefit a man from the ever-so-constant facehead up dates from my compatriot and long time…
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Chicken, potato and black pepper curry… and my freezing fingers
It’s early in the a.m. Like, really early. Like, there is no chance that the sun shall be reprieving the moon of his night duties anytime soon. Nope, the moon has still got a good hour to go on the night shift, so that lad may as well go and get himself another cup of…
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The Silence of the Boys Eating the Lambs… Well, the lamb’s belly anyhow
I ventured into the shop of my local purveyor of quality meats a while back to procure my good person a quantity bacon for the impending bacon week celebrations, when I noticed the butcher was taking the bellies off some lambs. “Nice lamb Graeme”, he said to me. “Looks very nice Scotty”, I replied. “How…
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