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Roast Chicken with herbs
1 chicken split in half and flattened (about 1.5kg)
1 bunch cleaned and halved small carrots
2 tsp coarsely chopped thyme
1 tablespoon of lemon juice
Finely grated rind of one lemon
2 tbsp olive oil
Tarragon and Thyme butter
200gm softened butter
1⁄4 cup finely chopped tarragon
1 tablespoon crushed garlic
Finely grated rind of 1 lemon
1 tablespoon finely chopped thyme
Throw all the ingredients for the Tarragon butter into a food
processor and mix until smooth. Cover the chicken with the butter
then place the chicken in a baking tray and roast until golden
brown about 20 to 25 minutes.
Using a second roasting pan, place the carrots with the oil, thyme
and lemon rind, roast about 15 minutes.
Ser ving. Place the chicken on a large ser ving plate and mix the
juices from the chicken pan and the vegetables from the second
pan and spread them over the chicken.
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Some time ago I was in Nepal working for a film company
as a stills photographer. The company was filming the
reincarnation of a monk who had passed on. The monastery
at Kathmandu had gathered a small group of very young male
children from Buddhist enclaves all over the globe.
I must say I was somewhat sceptical at the time and I thought
the tests they were filming would not prove anything. But one boy
proved to me that there must be something in reincarnation as
the boy copied the actions of the monk every time he was placed
in the monk’s room. I found myself starting to realise something
ver y strange was happening.
I had some time off so I headed out to hopefully photo a tiger or
a black rhino in Chitwan national park for my employer. Travelling
down from Kathmandu to Chitwan by bus I was suffering from
Tibetan belly as the night before with the film crew I had eaten a
huge Tibetan meal. I kept the passengers amused when I asked
the bus to stop ... so I could go. It’s very hard when the whole bus
is at the windows watching you.
For the final part of the trip, I changed from bus to ox cart. I
was shown to my hut that was wattle and daub. I was also told not
to go out in the dark as the rhinos come around and it’s not a good
idea to bump into one in the dark.
After an uneasy night with a whole lot of bumping and thumping,
I was out early armed with my camera ready to shoot. I found my
way down the riverside photographing elephants and people at
work. I waved to a group of tourists who were in canoes going
down the river. I walked along sandy soil and waded across the
river and followed an animal track through two-metre high grass.
The only wildlife I came across was deer and peacocks. The
birds screamed and crashed through the grass nearly giving me a
heart attack. In hindsight, God only knows what I would have done
if I had come face to face with a tiger.
I came out into a clearing and there in front of me were three
rhinos peacefully eating what looked like prickly bushes. I steadied
my camera and started to take photos; the only trouble was the
camera had a noisy motor drive. The rhinos swung around at the
sound and the biggest one started to paw the ground.
“Bloody hell!” I muttered. I quickly looked around and saw the
only escape was a thin sapling. Slinging my camera onto my back
I leapt up into the branches and started to climb. Just in time as
the charging rhino hit the tree like an express train.
The treetop whipped over and I nearly lost my grip. I got my
camera and started to shoot. This action seemed to displease the
animal as it tried harder to get at me. So I stopped. After a while,
when he realised he wasn’t going to knock me out of the tree, he
just stood underneath waiting patiently for me to come down. It
was hours later, when he finally moved away with the other two,
that I silently dropped to the ground and made my way in the
direction of the camp.
I had to re-cross the river where the men with canoes who’d
ferried me across couldn’t believe I hadn’t been killed. They
explained that where I was walking in the sand next to the river
was a popular spot for up to two metre cobras ... and furthermore
the river I waded across was full of crocodiles ... and that didn’t
count the rhinos and the tigers.
I tended to agree with them. When out the next day on an
elephant I saw a tiger. It was huge; all of 15-18ft long and weighing
a bloody lot, too. Sometimes you can be lucky, I thought while
eating the chicken that was killed in the morning for me to have
that night as there was no refrigeration. h
In the foreground you can see the leaves of the tree I had escaped
to when chased by the rhino from hell.
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