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1 large onion, diced
1 cup of chopped ham
3⁄4 cup half cream-and-milk
8 ounces Gruyere, grated
1 tablespoon chopped chives
1 cup fresh flat-leaf parsley, chopped 1/8 teaspoon ground nutmeg
8 sheets of filo pastry
1 tablespoon olive oil
Salt and black pepper to taste
In a large frying pan heat the oil. Add the onions. Cover and cook
until the onions are softened, 5-7 minutes. Add the parsley and
cook, for 2 minutes more.
Grease a 23cm quiche dish and line with pastry sheets. Meanwhile,
whisk together the eggs, the cream and milk. Stir in the Gruyere,
ham, chives, nutmeg, salt and pepper, and the onion mixture. Pour
the egg mixture into the quiche dish. Bake at 180C until the filling is
set, about 40 minutes. Let rest for 5 minutes. Cut into wedges and
with Captain Chaos
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BEST VALUE - FULL AMENITIES MARINA ON THE EAST COAST
Ihope the hot weather eases soon because on the north coast
we have had one of the hottest summers on record. After being
10° below when I was in Japan over the holidays, I got back to
40°+ in January. It didn’t let up until the end of February so here’s
hoping this month will be better, cooler ... and with some rain.
During this time a mini-cyclone roared through the small north
coast seaside town of Urunga uprooting huge trees, breaking
veranda rails and blowing tinnies off their trailers. One, a huge
brand new boat got blown upside down smashing the large new
It was a long time ago in Sydney Harbour that I felt the full
force of the wind. My old mate Bill and I packed the 14-footer
with some light refreshments and headed for Shark Island over
near Rose Bay Flying Boat base. It was a great morning so we
took our time going across the harbour as we had started out
from Sydney Amateurs in Mosman Bay. We were both looking
forward to meeting a mob of friends with their boats. We beached
the boat next to the old wharf. The fire was going so we could
BBQ some food.
It was late in the afternoon when someone bet they could
beat us to the large buoy just out from the navy dockyard. There
were four boats in all so with a lot of mucking around we lined
up for the start.
“Hey Chaos, it’s getting very black over Bondi. I think there’s
going to be a change,” Bill pointed out.
“Looks like a southerly coming up the coast, but I think we’ll
A nor’easter sent us down the harbour when suddenly out of
the low land between Bondi Beach and Rose Bay with the sound
of a loud drum roll the southerly hit us with huge wind gusts and
waves that started to spill inboard. The sunlight disappeared
and it seemed like night had fallen. It was hard to see anything
through the spray ... then I heard a siren coming closer.
Those daring young men
on their flying trapeze
“ What the hell’s that Bill? ” I yelled.
“ That’s the launch clearing the way for the flying boat to land.”
“Hope he can see us!”
“ Sail boat you are in the landing path of a Sunderland flying
boat. You have five minutes to head towards Cremorne ...
We did so with alacrity and went flying north. Looking back
I spotted two of the other boats heading in the same direction.
From glimpses I thought I could see the last boat had a broken
mast and was being towed by a launch into Rose Bay.
Thank goodness we had turned because through the spray
we watched as the huge Sunderland came out of nowhere and
flashed by about 20m behind us. It was so close we could see
startled people looking at us through the portholes.
“ That was a bit too close! Do you think we should drop the
“Nah! Live dangerously,” Bill yelled. “I ’ve never had this boat
sailing so fast!”
“ Well you’d better keep a look out for the few fishing boats that
normally hang around north of Cremorne point in Mosman Bay.”
I had no sooner said this than a fishing boat appeared out
of the gloom. Bill yelled and heaved on the tiller; we missed the
fishing boat by inches. I could have laughed at the look of horror
on the blokes in the boat as we flew past.
“Geezus! Another close encounter.”
“It’s the least of our worries. Look ahead. The Mosman ferry
is leaving Musgrave Street Wharf. The wind is pushing her over
I thought the ferry was going to go right over us. But at the
last minute the captain gave a hoot and veered away.
Waiting on the ramp were a few blokes ready to manhandle
our boat up out of the water.
“ You blokes sure like to live dangerously.”
“Blame Chaos. He asked me to come for a quiet sail and BBQ
not some death defying adventure!” h
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