Island Life: No soup for you
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Andrew, I think the internet is a guitar. It might sound wonderful or trite. Depends on who is playing.
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In a depression you mostly make your own fun when you're not trapping possums and wekas
I've got an old family recipe for weka soup: Take a pot of water, and place in it your weka, and a large stone, add vegetables and seasonings to taste. Simmer until the stone goes soft, then chuck the weka away & eat the stone.
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Jeremy, you know fuckshit about weka - that is the *pukeko* recipe.
And, that elegant bird (which I would never eat now, but have done so, is quite palatable - provided it isnt shot ( and caught thus between a seizure of pain & adrenalin.))Weka were (and are, in places like the Chathams) strangled abruptly. They make an excellent roast/umukai-steamed/stewed bird.
I suggest, mate, because I get extremely serious about food, and although this is a jocular line of posts, you check your sauces....
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Mrs W.F. Kent-Johnston's "Everyday Recipes" *Tried and Tested* has some Very Worthwhile Recipes I feel obliged to share:
Giblet Soup: scald giblets, cut them into small pieces. Cook in about 1 quart of stock or vegetable water. Add 1 tbspn savoury herbs, 2 onions, 1 carrot. Simmer 40 minutes.Strain, thicken with 1 tbspn sago or flour. Season with salt and pepper, lastly add a tbspn of sherry, if you're a lush, or 2 tbspns lemon juice, if you're a sour old trout.
Boiled Pig's Head One pig's head, 2 turnips, 2 onions, pepper and salt. Wash head and soak in salted water for 2 hours, (the pig's head not yours), then put in saucepan with water to cover. Simmer gently for 2 hours, add vegetables and cook for 1 hour. Garnish with slices of tongue and serve with parsley sauce.
NB: In Depression times, a good wife will ensure the breadwinner gets the meat and everyone else the soup.** Sincere apologies to Mrs WFKJ for any alterations to this text she may find offensive.
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Jeremy, you know fuckshit about weka - that is the *pukeko* recipe.
Actually, I think you're right there, its the pukeko tastes like mud - the weka is the tasty one, almost as good as wood pigeon, right up there with roast kiwi, not quite as subtle a flavour as kakapo though.
Boiled Pig's Head
The first time I took my wife (my girlfriend at the time) down to meet my dad, he'd just finished making brawn. Since she was keen to make a good impression, she sat down to lunch and ate it with a smile (a fixed, teeth-gritted smile, that now I think about it, looked a little like a grimace).
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Huge grimace over pighead brawn I'd think... I'm pretty sure you havent eaten roast kiwi (I havent although I have daily opportunities - or, at least nightly ones) - Charlie "Mr Explorer" Douglas, who'd eaten plenty, likened it to an 'old boot boiled in a coffin' - so, who'd want to eat the thing? Kakapo, I am reliably informed, are flavoured with their own scent, like honey....
Notice I say nothing, notheeeng, notheeeen at all about kereru...
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Loving that mental image of Schulz wolfing a wood pigeon. :)
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Depressions are a time of exciting public works.
The Winston Peters Retirement Village - built in honour of our much-loved Parliamentarian. In fact, MPs super funds could be channelled into this worthy project, investing in their own futures, where they can relive their moments of glory ALL TOGETHER.
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Every lane of the harbour bridge will be a cycle lane.
Not so fast. I assume Mary Margaret will join me and several hundred thousand other little girls in petitioning for a pony lane?
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(Have never ridden a pony in my life, just looking to bring back some steampunk equestrian chic. I might have to settle for handlebar streamers on my bicycle).
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Jolisa, we are doing our level best to keep ponies in the sphere of book and fantasy only. MM's cousins got a 10 acre lifestyle block out of their pony obsession. We want to stay in Devonport.
Back up thread a little, regarding the sweet succulent flesh of Kereru: There was a power line above our parents' house in Waikanae. One morning as my brother was collecting the paper, two Kereru came swooping low and one hit the wire, dropping to the ground, stone cold dead. Its mate circled around, waiting for it it to pick itself up, but it didn't. Tim has empathy. He went back up to the house and reported the poignant scene to Dad, wondering what to do about the distressed bird. Nothing we can do, Son. But I've heard Kereru make good eating. Dad, the farmer, dined alone, but content. He said it was even better than duck.
I'd bar his way to a Kokako though. Mighty bird. They look like the phantom. Or a 50s era jet. They'd make a superior mascot to a Kiwi, too, I humbly suggest.
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"When we get to the show trials for moral bankruptcy in a gilded age, the tax lawyers will be in the dock next to Jeff Skilling and Paris Hilton".
Poor David. What about all the journalists unqualified in any business acumen at all who spread random tripe about how the markets are crashing and who is to blame?
Fortunately in times of strife our industry booms a boomier boom. When tightness sets in people always want to pay even less tax. Next to cockroaches, tax lawyers will be around as long as Governments choose to steal from the new emergers of high net worth.
Bless - that the new rich are those who trade not in debt, but cash.
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steal from the new emergers of high net worth
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