Joined: Jun 30, 2009 Posts: 396 Location: Australia Status: Offline
Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 1:03 am Post subject:
#8 Where else but in Australia can you eat your national emblem
here is my favourite roo soup
Kangaroo Tail Soup
This recipe gives a very hearty soup which is a meal in itself. Allow plenty of time to make it as the tail is best marinated for two days before cooking commences. Like oxtail, long slow cooking is essential to extract the full flavour and the bone marrow. Allow 3 hours cooking time.
Southern Game kangaroo tails
Marinade 1.2 dl olive oil
# 1.2 dl wine vinegar
# 1.3 dl water
# 6 cloves
# 2 teasp. salt
# 6 bay leaves
# 6 black peppercorns
Boil all marinade ingredients together for 5 minutes and set aside to cool. Do not use an aluminium vessel for cooking or marinating. Southern Game Meat's packs of kangaroo tail come already into appropriate 3 cm sections. Remove any thick sinews from the meat if necessary, place in a bowl (preferably glass or china) and pour over the marinade.
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Would you eat it?? _________________ SOME PEOPLE ARE LIKE SLINKIES - NOT REALLY GOOD FOR ANYTHING BUT THEY BRING A SMILE TO YOUR FACE WHEN PUSHED DOWN THE STAIRS
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Joined: Oct 11, 2006 Posts: 608 Location: Fort Worth, Texas Status: Offline
Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 7:02 am Post subject:
Thought I'd share some Poetry! Old one this poem 2005 I think.
Soulless, lifeless. So full of life and soul anew. Dead and alive, living and dieing. The fine line between magic and reality. the line that can never be crossed and will never be shred. Take a step and fall beneath the clouds ever ending, harken the wind as it shrieks songs of old into the darkness of daylight. land upon nothing and breathe the water filled air. raining hale into the clear moon sky full of bright splendor. Real and dream... Alone yet so close to the world.
Soft chorus of waling in to the clear bright night. Northern banshee storm chaste upon the cruel south. water from the east and west, south and west. Seafoam sea breeze into the still night. north and east. Mountain cliff rock tumble upon the filled valley of solid snow and liquid rubble. unknown the world.
Harken my call the wind speaks in a voice which sends chills down a body clear and far, the corpse of the dog rotting beneath the sallow. joy filled glee children of the night. Damned cursed into the bitter day. Dance the basin of hate and despair, giving into shadow damned souls playing tunes of hope. Visceral scent. decay coagulates into the wind, basin filled crimson... run... return... dance the basin and harken the call of the children.
Leave the world you once knew now know no more and feel my graceful disdain.
Joined: Apr 30, 2009 Posts: 350 Location: In the line of fire... Status: Offline
Posted: Thu Apr 01, 2010 8:36 am Post subject:
#11 Thanks to some reassurance from SissyBoy, it seems I can play!!! YAY!
Some people might have noticed that I started posting small war ditties on the chat box for BBA's server in splatter ladder. They were created on the spot without any real forethought, but some people liked them, so I kept a record. Here they are:
When the sun rises on crimson grass and the bugel makes one last call, I'm proud to fight with these men of honour as we die against the wall.
Three men stood, lighting a cigarette, the first light caught attention, the second caused regret as the third gave away location for the sniper's aim and three soldiers died with a match to blame.
I wonder why I'm stood here, looking the enemy in the eye, relentless and without fear, quite prepared to die, and yet something cold reaches deep as I fire. We're both humans, just on different sides of the wire...
I smell the pungent odour of fallen victims, and that tell-tale explosive residue in the air, but I'm frozen and stare in pure horror knowing, a second ago, 10,000 people stood there.
The wonders of the world and all that I've seen is merely a picture, so I chose to be a soldier to make my life richer, but when I saw how we war and leave lives in ruin, I question whether this is really what I should be doing...
These aren't my own opinions or representations of how I truly feel, I merely imitated the mind of a troubled soldier and wrote some things in that prose.
I believe one of the greatest skills each one of us can learn is to truly imitate the mind of someone else. If you can think like your enemy, then you're enemy can't hide their intentions. _________________
Your mind is a weapon. Keep it clean, clear and loaded...
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