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with Captain Chaos
Potato and Leek soup
600 gm potatoes peeled and cut up
2 leeks sliced
1 onion sliced
4 cups of chicken stock
3⁄4 cup of cream
1 tablespoon of olive oil
1 pinch of nutmeg
Pepper and salt to taste
Into a large saucepan heat the oil and sweat the onion and leaks for
four minutes. Then add potatoes and stock bring to the boil simmer
for 20 minutes. Place the whole lot into a blender add the cream and
the nutmeg and salt and pepper to taste.
Ser ve hot or cold with crusty bread.
Rugged up and walking along the beach the other day I was
happily surprised to see a sea eagle perched on a large piece
of driftwood. I realised it was watching a fisherman casting
out into the surf and hoping for a feed. Nippiness is now upon us
with the sea warmer than the air, making it time for winter soups.
I have been trying out my crock pot with some English recipes.
I was just in the middle of cutting up some potatoes when the
“Hey, Chaos are you busy? ” asked Max.
“ Yes! It’s my cooking day. I have to get a pile of orders ready
I thought it was one way to keep out of trouble ... and Max was
a disaster about to happen.
“Maybe you could you get away next week for a few days? ”
“ Why? What did you have in mind? ”
“ Tommo a mate of mine has acquired a small sea plane and he
has been asking me to come up and come on a test flight.”
“ What! You are inviting me to go up in a small secondhand
plane for a test flight. I don’t think so!”
“No, he just wants us to help drag the plane down to the bank
and into the lagoon at the back of his place.”
“ But you said he was going to try and fly the bloody thing.”
“ Sorry! He’s not allowed to take off. He wants some weight in
it as he taxis around on the water. He wants to test the pontoons
and the engine.”
“OK. That sounds like fun.”
We made a time to meet and it wasn’t long before the day arrived
and we drove up to Tommo’s place. His lady met us and directed us
down to the large shed on the bank of the lagoon. Coming around
the corner I came face to face with something that looked like a pile
of rusty metal with a prop on the front and two very large feet-like
pontoons. I asked Tommo whether the plane would float and if the
engine would start.
“No worries Chaos. I had it going this morning. Now if you are
all ready help me slide it down in to the water.”
We pushed the plane down into the shallow water.
“Chaos get in. Max you will have to swing the prop when I tell you.”
“ What does that mean? ”
“ Swing the prop and get out of the way.”
Bang! There was a huge noise and a big cloud of smoke then the
whole plane started to shake as if it had St Vitus Dance.
“Get out the way, Max!”
I looked out the front and saw Max trying not to be cut up by
the prop as he slipped and splashed out of the way only to grab the
float and scramble aboard. We headed out into the lagoon with the
motor roaring and a lot of creaking and groaning.
“ I ’m going to speed her up, so hang on.”
Ever ything was going great as we came around in a banked
turn and headed for home. Then the engine started to scream. It
was flying across the water with great sheets of spray flying out
from both pontoons.
“ It’s not answering the throttle. I think the cable must have
snapped,” yelled Tommo over the noise.
“ That’s not our only worry. Look!”
I watched the pontoons slowly fold back and the nose of the
plane started to lower into the water.
“Hang on! We’re going down.”
Just before the plane nose-dived, the pontoons on both sides
broke off and disappeared behind us. The prop was throwing up so
much water that we were careering blind through the water. The right
hand wing hit the water. The plane spun around and started to sink.
“Abandon ship!” I yelled jumping out followed by the other
two. It only took a minute and suddenly there was no plane. It was
a soaking wet trio that made their way to the house. To be met by
Tommo’s old lady.
“ Thank god that illegal rust bucket has finally disappeared!”
“Look on the bright side,” I said changing the subject. “ I brought
some warming soup.”
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