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Diesel Rogers Dining with Diesel www.sunlive.co.nz |
The answer to evolution lies in a biscuit packet. How, you may ask, have I come to this conclusion?
The story goes something like this.
I was up in my bush hideaway with the bosses last weekend when we were graced with the presence of another new-found female friend, a blonde bombshell called ‘Barley'.
Apparently she an obscure breed called a Wheaten terrier. The boss people were working their way through a selection of refreshments on the deck in the sunshine, and I was going through my normal daily routine of eating and sleeping, when I overheard a twolegger ask what you would get if you crossed me (Chocolate Labrador of royal lineage) with Barley (of who-the-hell-knows-what lineage).
Some of the dry wit rolling off the deck was unprintable, but this answer sure puts Charlie Darwin in his place…
A Chocolate Wheaten.
I am sure the good people at the Arnotts factory will be pleased to hear this, as even my usually droll sense of humour was a little titillated by this comment.
I thought to myself: ‘That's funny. At my age, to cross me with anything other than a dog biscuit packet would be a struggle'. So far I haven't seen little blue pills for dogs on the shelves at the vets.
My next question, just to take this evolution theory a little further, is how would I get Ginger Nuts? (No dunking jokes now please)
Excitement
All this talk of evolution and fornication was getting me a little excited, so what does a poor boy do, but yep you guessed it, go possum hunting.
This gift of finding and catching possums has been handed down from generation to generation of Labs. It is just what we do (apart from eating and sleeping that is), so off I went off into the wild, returning promptly with a furry thing between my teeth. I proudly dropped it on the front lawn, and Barley tried to steal it from me.
Now if anything gets a rise out of me, it's not a blue pill, but another mutt trying to steal my booty, even if she is drop-dead gorgeous.
I told her in no uncertain terms that trying to get a mouthful of my morning tea is not on. The only one who can even get close to coming between me and food is the ‘Mad German', and that is only when she has my tail in her mouth.
Time to get on to other things you can put in your mouth, namely the tasty meaty treats available at my good mate Johnny the Aussie Butcher's shop in Gate Pa. Get along and see him and stock up on the barbecue goodies for this weekend, because Toni the weather girl told me it is going to be a good one.
Sticky fingers
Ingredients
1 Tbsp tomato sauce
2 Tbsp soy sauce
1 Tbsp honey
2 cloves garlic, crushed
1 Tbsp vegetable oil
20 chicken nibbles
Method
Combine tomato sauce, soy sauce, honey, garlic and oil in a bowl. Add chicken and toss to combine. Marinade in the refrigerator for several hours.
Preheat oven to 200C. Place chicken and marinade in a baking dish and bake for 30 minutes or until wings are glossy and dark and cooked through.
Bourbon Sour
1½ oz. bourbon
3 oz. sour mix
Fill mixing glass with ice.
Add bourbon and sour mix.
Shake.
Strain into a sour glass.
Add ice.
Garnish with a cherry and orange slice.
Alrighty my good people, it is time to close my eyes, and have my third nap for the day. I'll try to not think about evolution and the meaning of life, as I am pretty jolly content with the way things are.
Cheers all, and take it easy out there.