The serious business of footy tipping, and food of course

But I start with yesterday’s post

I am composing this at 7.00 pm on Monday — beats watching the News again! So just over 12 hours on from publishing it there have been 53 visitors to that post, and at least a dozen of those registered “likes” on the SBHSOBU Group Page. That includes a couple of ex-students of mine. Nice to see.

I rarely get visited online by the person I am posting about while actually still writing the post! But that happened yesterday, and I enjoyed the experience. Thanks, Harry!

Footy tipping

Last round was a bit miserable, but I suspect I would not have been alone.

So Round 11, the “Magic Round” — hope if is for me! And the Bunnies!

Here is The Kiwi

We differ on only two this round.

Food — the patent sandwich and more tasty treats

With the weather here being more than a little damp, though that seems to be changing right now, I have not been to City Diggers, or indeed anywhere. As you saw here I received my Woolies order on Sunday, and used the stock thus renewed to demonstrate on Facebook my patent sandwich! On FB a few days back I introduced it thus;

I should patent this! So tasty. For my supper a sandwich with Helga’s wholemeal bread, thickly spread pepper chicken pate, a slice of cheese, two sliced solanato tomatoes, one sliced sweet gherkin. And a mug of hot coffee.

It really is good, and here is how my repeat went on Sunday.

Preparation

Assembly

Resting. There is method in this madness because resting gives the sandwich time to blend flavours a bit. There is a little garlic salt on those tomatoes….

Now to the carnivorous treats… especially the local kind

We won’t go into details about how in those days long before CGI these highly entertaining but extremely unlikely tricks were done… It almost seems a kindness to turn him/her into a burger…. And indeed kangaroo has sustained me for several days in the past week. Almost fat free, and a great shelf life in the fridge.

Grilled with onion gravy

Fried with onion gravy, chick peas and egg.

Not uncontroversial for some — and I have to say I came fairly late to this treat myself. But once you try it you will never look back. For a start, it is really healthy meat! And second, some of my own ancestors on one of my grandmothers’ lines were indulging long before Abraham was even dreamed of! I am talking tens of thousands of years….

My roo burger had no fur, obviously….

Mind you, yesterday I lunched on minced cattle with herbs and garlic rather than our national icon… And apologies to all my vegan or vegetarian friends….

They were very tasty too….

Relief through footy tipping and the joy of barramundi

Yea, the world is in haste and the end approacheth, but yea verily there is joy, joy, evanescent joy….

Or in plain Old English:

Leofan men, gecnawað þæt soð is: ðeos worold is on ofste, and hit nealæcð þam ende…

Ah, happy memories of Anglo-Saxon class in 1962 with the lovely and heavily pregnant Dr Meaney, as we laboured through Sweet’s Anglo-Saxon Primer! And those mighty words of Bishop Wulfstan as a worker in the ceiling of the room high up in the old building at Sydney University missed his footing and brought a large lump of plaster hurtling down right next to the good doctor…. Which marked the end of that session.

She was not hurt, but could not go on. And it was Bede, not Wulfstan that we were reading that day. As my classmate beside me, Melvyn Morrow, said: “I bet that is the first time Bede has brought the house down!” Yes, the father-to-be of Julian Morrow of Chasers fame.

So if the world is in haste and the end approacheth, as Wulfstan said as the Vikings were in full sail, then listen, O People, to the wise tips (and dietary advice) of The Gong’s very own Methuselah himself!

Yea verily, behold the footy tipping miracle!

Guess who, temporarily at least, at last soared above all the host of the Tipsters of Pottsville NSW, online and on the spot both!

And even the sage of New Zealand, the puissant Kiwi Tipster himself, sank to the dreaded total less than coin tossing — three out of eight! Mind you, am I not also languishing still from the mortal wound I suffered in Round One? Yea, I am forsooth The Fisher King of Footy Tipping!

But to Round Ten, and again The Kiwi and I diverge….

Here is The Kiwi himself:

Wet day and perfect barra — my adventures in The Gong on Monday

Bus again from Mount Keira Road:

Settled into City Diggers, ordered a wine and contemplated the menu. Rissoles? Roast of the Day? Or that protein source that has sustained so many in the north of this country for 60,000 years or more? The barramundi! Diggers is — or should be — famous for their pan-seared barra.

Of course, the barra!

And on the way home dropped into BWS to grab some specials, lashing out to my maximum spend of $15 per bottle. Good ones can be had for as little as $5, but I do not indulge every day….

Definitely for slowly savouring, not guzzling. Some reviews here.

Back to footy tipping and West Wollongong

… my mundane life

But first a note on the previous two posts

I shared them in the Sydney Boys High Old Boys group on Facebook and they have done quite well to date!

Views 1st to 29th June 2024

Rounds 8 and 9 of my NRL footy tipping

Not bad at all last round!

The Kiwi Expert and I agreed 100% on that round, but I can tell you already that will not be the case this week.*

*The Kiwi Expert has posted early also! And we disagree on several games this time! I may be about to crash!

Monday morning in West Wollongong

At 6.15 I noted on Facebook: Early birds! Woolies “your order is next in line for delivery” SMS just arrived! 

And that’s 6.30am. There has been much controversy around the alleged price gouging from these big supermarket chains lately, even a Parliamentary enquiry! But when it comes to the everyday, this octogenarian pensioner is grateful and happy.