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with Captain Chaos
Roast Pork with
1.5 kg piece of pork belly
2 tsp chopped garlic
1 tsp cracked black pepper
1 tsp coarsely crushed fennel seeds
1 tbsp finely chopped rosemary
2 tbsp salt
1⁄2 cup olive oil
200 ml dry white wine
One mango finely sliced
Place pork belly skin-side up and score.
Combine rosemary, garlic, pepper, fennel
seeds and sea salt then spread over pork
belly. Drizzle skin with oil massaging into
the cuts. Heat oven to 240C. Place in a
roasting pan; add wine and roast. This
should take about 11⁄2 hours. Check from
time to time.
To serve: place some wild rocket and
thinly sliced mango around each serving.
Can also be served with roast vegetables.
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Well, the rain and storms seem
to have gone for now, but it did
occasion a couple of women who
had just moved up the coast to ask me,
“Does it ever stop? ”
“ There’s this grey growth that is
covering everything in our wardrobe and
“It’s what we call Bello Fur. It’s mould,
you can just wipe it off and let air circulate
through the rooms,” I explained.
“It won’t hurt us will it? ” they queried
“Not unless you try to eat it!”
They didn’t look very convinced as
they dragged all their clothes and shoes
out into the sunlight.
Which leads me to my own tale of woe.
I had been out on the lagoon in a
dinghy trying to catch a few bream. It was
pouring down in buckets. With me on this
adventure was Dehli my brindle staffie. She
was standing up in the bow and seemed
to be loving the rain. After a few hours I
decided to head in, there was a makeshift
pier sticking out into the water.
A few feet from the pier Dehli got
excited and with a bark jumped from the
boat to the pier and took off. By the time
I had gathered the fishing gear and the
bucket with the catch, I could hear Dehli
scrambling through the undergrowth.
“Hey, Dehli! Come here. What are you
I made my way along the shaky pier with
care as the run off had deposited about
two centimetres of very slippery mud all
over the walking area. When I came through
the fence I could see the dog was having a
great time chasing water dragons.
The dragons would wait until Dehli
was nearly on top of them then they would
madly dash and drop off the bank into
the water and disappear. Delhi would go
searching for more, if they didn’t run she
would stop and stare at them. I left her to
it and made my way to the van.
Suddenly just down near the jetty a
very large dragon that Delhi was chasing
flew through the air and tried to scramble
through the wire netting fence. I ran over
and found it had got its front legs through
but was caught by its back legs. Delhi was
sitting and watching the lizard trying to
“Hello mate you seem to have got
yourself in a bit of a spot, maybe I can
help you? ”
I grabbed its tail and tried to fold its
legs against its body so I could push it
through, but I soon found it wouldn’t work
so I tried to pull it back. After a struggle
I realised the front legs wouldn’t come
“Hang in there. I ’ll go to the van and
get a pair of pliers.”
As I turned I slipped and came down
on my backside. I slid backwards in the
mud, my beautiful collectable large red
Sydney Olympic umbrella flew out of my
hand and slowly sank in the water.
Climbing to my feet I had a different
feeling about the trapped dragon! But it
wasn’t his fault so I limped over to the
van and got the pliers. All this time Delhi
gawked on with a bemused look on her
face. With a bit of pushing and pulling I
cut the Dragon out and he disappeared
with a splash.
I looked around and saw that the
umbrella’s handle was floating out of the
water close to the wet grassy bank.
I thought, “I can get it back!” I leant
over the water and just as I reached the
handle my feet slid down, again, and the
next thing I was in the water up to my waist.
On the plus side, however, I had rescued my
trusty umbrella. Dehli and I made it back
to my driveway and as we walked down
the women next door yelled out.
“Hey, Chaos, want to come over? I’ve
cooked roast pork.”
Looking over the fence she saw the
state I was in.
“ You auditioning for a part as the
New Guinea Mud Man? What in the hell
happened to you? ”
“Long story. I ’ll tell you over an OP and
after a hot shower.”
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