Happy Easter to all of our fantastic customers.

We hope you have a wonderful time with your family and friends, and eat, drink and be very merry.

We’ll be in Busselton for Easter, so if the larder is bare, make sure you stock it up with our delicious selection of Beef and Lamb.

Good Friday is supposed to be a non meat day, but we won’t tell the Big Guy, if you want to sneak a chop or a snagger into the day’s menu.

We had a very interesting day on Saturday, watching Ashton and Kyle play against each other, for the first time ever.[apart from in the backyard.] We were hoping for a draw, and each of them to get best player for their respective teams, but South won the day. Talk about mixed emotions. Hopefully Ashton will be back in the Eagles soon, and Kyle will regain his match fitness, and go on to win the Sandover. We’re very proud of them both.

To all of our friends and family in Katanning, we’ll be making a regular trip to you every 3rd Thurday of the month, and we’d love for you to spread the word. If you’ve got mates you want to share us with, point them to the website and get them to send us there orders. Cheers.

This week’s testimonial is a group effort. Recently, 5 Busselton boys went fishing to Dirk Hartog Island, and had to take all of their provisions. They had a mighty time, and caught heaps of quality fish, but the highlight of the trip was summed up best by Keith Yelverton.

“ The first night we were there, we hadn’t had a chance to catch anything for tea, so I cooked the boys a piece of scotch fillet each Talk about melt in your mouth. We didn’t have any knives or forks, but that didn’t matter. It was that tender, we used our fingers to cut it. For the rest of the week we had Baldchin Groper, Spangled Emperor and Spanish Mackerel to choose from each night, but the boys all wanted more steak, or chops. We brought all the fish home. Thanks Wayne and Jules.”

 After watching “My Kitchen Rules” we thought we’d get some Osso Buco in for the Winter. Here’s a great recipe to try so click here.

Trotty has written another poem for this week. This has a “Meaty Theme,” and is based on a true story. The 2 character’s in it will get to read it as well, as they are on the 5 Star mailing list.

STOP YA BITCHIN’ AND GET OUTTA MY KITCHEN.

Don’t ya really hate it, when you have some friends around.
And one of them thinks, they’re the best, chef in all the town.
They’ll tell what you should have done, that could’ve made it better.
And how they’ll give you their recipe, you can follow to the letter.

Or standin’ round the Barbie, while cookin’ up a storm
Mr Know the Bloody Lot, will tell you it’s bad form
To do what you are doing, he’s got a better way.
“You should do this, you should do that.” You wish he’d go away.

One day many years ago, we built a new Barbecue
So the first time that we cranked it up, we had a party with all our crew.
One of my mates is a Dutchman, and another one is a Ding
Of course we invited both of them, to the Barbies’ Christening

Being the host of the party, I was the important link
Making sure that everyone, had enough to eat and drink
When I went to re-load the esky, and put on some party songs
I came back to find the two of them, holding my Barbie tongs.

“What do ya think you’re doin?” I asked, being so polite
“We’ll cook the Barbie for you, you just enjoy the night.
Just tell us when you’re ready, and when you want to eat.
We’ll stay here, and drink your beer, and cook up all the meat.”

“That’s not very bloody likely, you’re not touching anything.
This is an Aussie BBQ, not Dutch and sure not Ding.
But thankyou for your offer, I’ll tell you when it’s ready
Italian, if you wanna cook, go make some spaghetti.

And you, ya clog wearing Dutchman, your job I’m sure you’ll like
Go stick your finger in the fence, and pretend that it’s a dyke.
I’ll be watching you both closely, and I better not be seein’  
Foreigners near my Barbecue, and especially European.”

The Ding was understanding, and went to get me a beer
But my other mate, the Dutchman, didn’t like what he had to hear.
“I’ll cook my own steak thanks,” he said, “I don’t want you to burn it.
Just put it on the grilling bit, and I’ll come back to turn it.”

And off he went to get a drink, and must have got way laid
Cos his lovely piece of Fillet steak, on that griller stayed
For 10 or 15 minutes, it stayed in the exact same possie.
But I wasn’t going to touch it, I was just a dumb arse Aussie.

Eventually, the Dutchman, came back to check his meat
And what he saw on the griller, surely didn’t look a treat
A lump of burning blackened flesh, which now had turned to flames.
He yelled and screamed, and swore at me and called me nasty names.

“You told me you would cook it, and you even told me how
You told me not to touch it, now it’s a cremated cow.
So bash it, you crazy Dutchman, your argument isn’t valid.
But I’m sure if you’re really hungry, there’s bucket loads of salad.”

There’s a lesson in this for all of us, I hope that you agree
Just sit back and say nothing, if you’re invited out for tea.
Let the hosts do their stuff, it sure will make them happy.
And pretend that it tastes really good, even if it’s crappy.

Jeff Trott 18/04 201 -  Vinnie and Blommo---got ya!!!!!