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with Captain Chaos
Pork fillet with peanuts
2 pork fillets cut into thin slices
1⁄2 cup of dry-roasted crushed peanuts
4 spring onions cut into 2 centimetre pieces
1⁄2 cup of chopped onion
1 teaspoon of crushed garlic
1 teaspoon of crushed ginger
4 baby bok choy; separate leaves and chop
1⁄2 teaspoon dark sesame oil
2 tablespoons of olive oil
Freshly ground black pepper
Heat some of the olive oil in a wok then throw in peanuts, garlic
and onions. Cook for about four minutes. Add in the bok choy at
the last few minutes and drizzle with sesame oil. Cook for another
In another pan heat olive oil and cook the pork over a high heat
about three or more minutes on each side. Spoon the mixture onto
each plate, place the sliced pork on top. Ser ve with crisp bread.
There’s always so much happening at the Sydney International
Boat Show this month at its new dual locations. Even if you
don’t want a boat there is any number of exhibitors showing
off their new range of goodies. I find myself taking hours going from
one stand to the other ... but there is only a limit to what I can fit
in my dinghy. Last year I got sold a great pile of items ... when the
truck delivered all my purchases I realised I probably needed a larger
boat to be able to use all the gear.
Talking to the crew down at the marina I asked if they knew of
any old boats I could do up (not that I was going to do the work I
had my mate Danny who is a jack-of-all-trades to help!).
“Hey Chaos, there’s an old sailing boat up the river, its been
minding a mooring for years. I know the family who own it. They
might be happy to get rid of it.”
“Isn’t that the one that sinks every now and then? ”
There was a loud chorus of “No-o!”
I got the phone number and rang the owner. He seemed very
eager to get rid of the vessel, along with the mooring. I made a time
to inspect the boat then rang Danny to ask him to accompany me.
“I hope you’re not getting me into another of your crook deals.
This boat you’re talking about sounds very cheap. I couldn’t buy a
toy bath-boat for that.”
Danny was an old navy man and to him the old adage was true: “If
it doesn’t move paint it.” So when we turned up in his 4-wheel drive
we found the owner had moved the boat over to a small private jetty.
“Are you Chaos? ” he asked. When I nodded he went on. “I have
to go but I will be back in about an hour.”
With that he turned and jumped into his car; leaving Danny and
I standing looking at the saddest craft you’ve ever seen. I had to grab
Danny’s arm as he tried to escape back in the ute.
“ You can’t be serious Chaos. Just look at it! There’s water in
the bilges, nearly no paint on her, the deck looks like every wood
loving pest has popped in for a take-away. The stays are sagging
and looking very unhealthy; not only that they look like something
OH&S would condemn.”
“Come on Danny! It’s not like the navy. Let’s step aboard and
see what it’s like below deck.”
“I think we should change into our swimmers. I have a bad
feeling about this.”
“Look it’s floating isn’t it?
“I don’t think so. It’s sitting on the bottom. Those mooring lines
look awfully taut. How come the owner pissed off so quickly? ”
We climbed from the jetty onto the deck. Danny was right. The
deck was a sorry sight and the top of the cabin had a thick layer of
super phosphate (seagull poo to you) enough to fertilize the western
plains of NSW. From the cockpit we stepped down into the mess below.
“ What do you reckon Danny? ”
“I think we should have stayed on deck. Everything looks rotten
and about to collapse,” as he jumped on the cabin sole.
CRASH! RIP! BANG!
Danny disappeared in a cloud of splinters; there was more
clashing and the clang of metal snapping; an almighty crash and
the top of the cabin started to collapse in on top of us.
“Quick Chaos. Get out. The mast has come down.”
We both scrambled out into the cockpit and were met with
a blizzard of droppings that covered us from head to toe in thick
“ Well, that went well,” Danny said wiping the muck off his face
and looking down at what looked like a pile of driftwood still tied
to the jetty.
“I think we might go to my place and get cleaned up and have
something to eat,” I replied. “ I will ring the owner and tell him we
think there’s too much work to get it seaworthy.”
That sinking feeling
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