Diesel Rogers Dining with Diesel www.sunlive.co.nz

‘What is happening out there?' is a question the boss man has been asking me.
Well all I can say is, maybe someone should have let ET phone home all those years ago as something in the black hole, (not Otara either), is pretty upset with us, or is it just that you do not mess with mother nature?

Whatever it is, it just goes to show the unpredictability of the world we live in, and no matter what the Ken Rings of the world say, there is no bloody way you can predict an earthquake. Any problems with it Ken, you come and see me where the only quake you will get is your toes in your boots banging together with the thought of having to face up to the might of the Chocolate Crusader.
Now someone has been touting me as a bit of a celebrity, which is something I can assure you I am not, but if that is the only dirty word I have to be called to collect some food for the cuzzies in Christchurch, so be it.
I have been visiting all sorts of places over the past week, and if the big yellow bin at the office down on The Strand is anything to go by, you two leggers out there are the best – one bin is full of pet food already; or at least it was until I got caught heading out the door with a packet of dog biscuits in my jaws. Busted – and biscuits returned.
So a big thanks to those who have donated to this worthy cause, this is why we four leggers actually like you, good on you, a brilliant effort, and we will be sending all the food down at the end of this month. (We still have room for more, for those wanting to still donate.)
Now as I have been staying with the grandparents this last week, the old fella has been putting me through a serious training regime – just in case my expertise is required for the world cup. All this talk of ‘crouch, pause, engage' before I am allowed to put my head in the food bowl is a little too much. I have been trying to tell him you cannot teach an old dog new tricks and I just want to get into it. Why wait? He even started assigning me names; things like Woodcock, or better suited to me Tialata, but the last one was short-lived as one of his mates reckoned I had more brains than him. Well, if the truth is known, if I had more brains I would not be being tortured with the old fella reliving his school teaching days.
I still believe I should be Mealamu as he is a hooker, but then I may have to field calls from a celebrity idiot called Charlie Sheen, no worries though, as after a serious bit of training everything returned to normal and he just put the food in my bowl, and I just got on with it.
Now here is a picture from the what-happened-next folder and is of a good mate called ‘Duke' who celebrated his seventh birthday last week. Talk about ‘touch, pause, engage' – to hell with it, blow out the candles and get into it Duke my man, I will show you next week what happened.

Wild about chicken

Ingredients
3 cups cooked wild rice
3 cups chopped cooked chicken
450g frozen green beans, thawed
1 jar alfredo sauce
½ cup soft bread crumbs

Method
Preheat oven to 180C. Mix rice, chicken, green beans and alfredo sauce in a large bowl. Place mixture in a glass baking dish and sprinkle with bread crumbs. Bake 45-50 minutes or until casserole bubbles at the edges and bread crumbs are browned.
Well that's all my good folk, and remember all that has occurred over the last few months, and be kind to each other, by subscribing to my theory on life, which is adhering to the three Ls with an E thrown in for good measure:
Live, Love, Laugh, and Eat,
Take care and smile at the world no matter what gets thrown at you as if you moan, you moan alone.