with Captain ChaosGalley Gourmet 

Trapped in a storm

Trapped in a stormLast month I went to look at some model boats a local had built. There were small runabouts to large sailing vessels. Mick the model maker was only too pleased to show me around, he had been making models all his life. One I admired was a beautiful half-finished runabout Mick was building using local timbers.
After taking some photos we headed for the local History Museum to view his model of a locally built sailing ship the Alma Doepel. The ship was in full sail on top of a show case. It took Mick about two years to build.
Heading home the rain started bucketing down and the wind was buffeting my old ute. I had a hard time keeping it on the narrow road. I got out to open the gate and nearly got blown into the garden.
“Hi Chaos, I’m glad you’re back we’ve had lighting and thunder like you wouldn’t believe,” Little Person said as I came through the door.
“Yes! You should see all the debris on the road, there’s branches down everywhere. I’m amazed we still have electricity.”
As if on cue the power went off leaving us standing in the gloom. I went to the window and viewed the carnage the storm had caused. I saw my old tinny was being battered against a large gum tree.
“I have to go out and tie down the tinny before it becomes scrap.”
“Just be careful … that weather is wild.”
I donned my wet weather gear and headed for the door (unusually, the dogs weren’t keen to follow!) making my way across the yard I started to rope down the boat which was jumping around like something alive. Cursing my luck and my barked fingers I had nearly finished.
There was a flash and the boat seemed to light up. I felt myself being thrown. I couldn’t see but I could hear noise all around me. I put my hand out and felt the trailer wheel and pulled myself up against it. I could hear the tree splintering and then the branches started to fall. A huge one crashed down across the boat and suddenly I was trapped. Shattered pieces of branch and boat had me pinned to the side of the trailer. I yelled out to LP but I knew she wouldn’t hear me over the storm. But thank heavens the dogs did. They started to bark. The next thing I heard was LP’s voice calling out.
“Chaos where are you?!”
“I can’t move. This bloody branch has me pinned down.”
“I can’t move it. What do you want me to do?”
“Ring Danny. He was working next door with the chainsaw before the storm broke.”
It seemed like forever before I heard Danny coming down the drive.
“Bloody hell Chaos! Are you all right?”
“Yes, but one leg and an arm are numb.”
“Don’t worry I’ll have you out in a jiffy.”
Any further talk was cut off by the roar of the chainsaw. Because I couldn’t move I hoped Danny was being careful. The rain was still pelting down when he pulled me out from underneath the wood pieces, leaves and sawdust.
“Hey you two, stop standing there in the rain and come in for a drink and something to eat.”
We were soon sitting around the kitchen table with a drink and a large bowl of chicken soup (cooked on gas!) and freshly baked bread.


Chicken Soup

2 chicken breasts chopped up
1 large onion chopped
1 large potato chopped
½ cup of fresh basil and parsley mixed
1 dessertspoon chopped garlic
1 teaspoon of crushed chillies
1.5 litres of chicken stock
2 tablespoons of olive oil
fresh ground black pepper

Heat the oil in a large frying pan and throw in all the vegetables, garlic and chillies; cook about 8 minutes. Into a large pot place the stock and the chicken; simmer about 10 minutes then add the vegetables. Simmer for 8 minutes adding the basil and parsley; pepper and salt to taste; serve with crusty bread.