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400gms freshly cooked Fettuccine Pasta
4 bacon rashers chopped
2 teaspoons crushed garlic
1 teaspoon Italian mixed herbs
2 egg yolks
1⁄2 cup thickened cream
1 dessert spoon of olive oil
Freshly ground salt and pepper to taste
1/3 cup finely grated Parmesan
Place the oil in a large frying pan over medium heat. Add bacon.
Cook until golden. Add garlic and mixed herbs place to one side.
Into a bowl whisk eggs, yolks and season with salt and pepper.
Into the frying pan mix the pasta and egg mixture and bacon.
Cook, tossing over low heat for a couple of minutes or until sauce
thickens and coats pasta. Ser ve.
with Captain Chaos
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Looking out my window these past months I could see Tony
working away on a project that he had spent the whole of
winter doing. Tony had been given a flat-bottomed boat with
an aeroplane prop in a wired cage, one of those swamp buggies. It
had been smashed up on a film set and had been written off by the
filmmakers. Tony had offered to dispose of it for nothing and the film
group told him he could have it. He rang me to bring down my boat
trailer so he could take it home to his backyard.
“It won’t take long. I can fix it and we can go fishing and exploring
“Hey you’ll need more than super glue for this monster.”
So for the whole of winter on every sunny day I watched Tony out
in his yard tinkering with the hull and motor.
One day I heard a roaring noise and the sound of crashing
timber. I raced to the window in time to see my back fence laying on
the ground with the hull of the boat laying on top. I saw Tony’s head
appear from the bottom of the hull. From where I stood I could see
that he was shocked. I opened the window and yelled.
“Hey mate! You OK? ”
“ Yes, Chaos,” c ame the shaky reply. “I was just testing the motor
... it seems to work well.”
“ Too bloody well. What about my fence? ”
“ We could put a gate there. Save you having to go around to the
front door when you drop in for drink.”
“Brilliant idea! Why didn’t I think of that?
It was sometime later when Tony came in to see me.
“Morning Chaos. Are you ready for trials this morning?”
“First, take me over the monster and explain what does what.”
Tony led me around pointing out the rudder panels, the propeller in
its cage, the rudder stick and an accelerator. There were two high seats.
The main thing he showed with pride was the huge aircraft engine.
“How do you stop it?” I asked thinking that if he couldn’t turn
the motor off we could easily become airborne. His mumbling
answer encouraged me to go back inside and collect my survival
gear consisting of a motorbike helmet and a very large life jacket.
“Oh ye of little faith,” Tony laughed.
We launched the boat up river at an out of the way ramp as we
Those magnificent men in
their flying machines
didn’t know if we needed a special licence. As we both had our power
boat licences we thought it would be all right.
The motor started. I was thrown back in my seat. The boat was
weaving as if we were dodging bullets. Mmmm! Seat belts might be
a good idea.
“ Sorry Chaos, this is the first time I have steered something like
this. I’ll soon get the hang of it.”
“I hope it’s before we crash!”
We were flying. Skipping the surface of the water. Tony edged
around a bend. Suddenly there was a tinnie with two blokes fishing
straight in front of us.
“LOOK OUT!!” I yelled.
The two blokes stared at us bug-eyed with terror as we bore
down on them. The motor cut back and with more luck than good
management we slid by with inches to spare. The pair stood in their
boat cursing and waving at us. I waved back. This caused them to
wave more. The motor started roaring.
“Lucky you throttled back Tony.”
“I didn’t. The throttle cable has broken.”
We were now travelling at terminal velocity without a rudder and
the motor stuck on full revs. The river was shallow and in the distance
I could see cattle in the water.
“ Tony do something! There’s cows up ahead.”
Suddenly the boat lifted into the air and there was a ripping
sound. I looked down. The hull was torn open like a tin can. We had
struck a log with branches. I was thrown over the side and surfaced
in time to see the machine swerve into the bank knocking Tony over.
He bounced up in a flash and killed the motor. Silence. I thanked
my lucky stars.
“Come on Chaos, leave it. We can come back. I need a drink ...
and not water.”
“I ’ve got some cooked pasta at home to go with the drink.”
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