A big beefy hello to all of our friends, family and fantastic customers.

We’ll be in Katanning on Thursday 19th May, so if you’d like us to bring some of your favourite cuts of Beef or Lamb, please put your order in NOW. 

Simply go to the Order link, or fill in the attached order form and email/fax back. Same goes for all our customers no matter where you live, we’ll make sure your order is delivered to your doorstep.

THE MORE YOU EAT, THE MORE YOU SAVE.

Don’t forget the  pre-packed sides of beef, mentioned last newsletter, for the great price of $12.50 per kg. Most sides of beef you get are weighed with all the rubbish bits and bones included. Ours is all meat. There is no wastage at all, sliced and vacuumed sealed to last in the fridge. Each side is approximately 40kgs, and is a great way of  buying, as it represents excellent value for a variety of cuts.  See the attachment for what is included. Phone or email for your personal order, delivered to your doorstep.

Recipe of the Week. Sal Watts has featured in our Newsletters before, and thought she’d like to share this mouth watering specialty Beef Braciole (Italian beef rolls) with everybody. Her husband Dave, better known as Popeye, reckons this is one of his all time favourites. He’s one lucky fella is Popeye, envied by most of the male population of Busselton.

Testimonial.

When it comes to cooking, the lovely wife of this week’s provider of a testimonial, would get into the Grand Final with Sal Watts. Local Aussie Home Loans guru Paul Jennings had this to say about 5 Star Mobile Meats.

“As everyone knows I’ve always been spoilt rotten by Karen with her amazing culinary skills. But it wasn’t until we tried Hamsy’s beef and lamb that Karen took it to another level. It’s so tender I’ve thrown the blender in the bin and have started re-using my own teeth. Thanks Wayne and Julie. You’ve made an old man very happy.” PJ.

The cold, wind and rain are getting closer, so make sure you’ve got all the ingredients for those yummy Winter stews and casseroles in your fridge or freezer. Check out our menu and put your order in NOW. You’ll never have the regret of getting caught short and having to race to the supermarket and buying the tough stuff. No point paying good money, to feed it to the dog. That’s why PAL was invented.

Trotty’s poem this week is an oldie that he wrote when he was still playing footy. It and many other stories and poems feature in his soon to be published book entitled “Good Guys and Gorganheads” We’ll let you know when it hits the Stands.

“I WOULDN’T BE A WOMAN FOR QUIDS.”

When I die and am re-incarnated                                                                             
I hope I am not that ill-fated
To come back as a girl
In this male ruled world
I’m sure that I really would hate it

I wouldn’t be a woman for quids
For a starter you’ve gotta have kids
That looks rather painful
And I’d rather remain full
Of the celebratory flu-ids

There’s no way I’d like to be a chick
Wear mascara, or rouge or lipstick
Be conscious of slimming
Or shave before swimming
Get pregnant, grow fat and feel sick

I wouldn’t like wearing the gear
Like pantyhose or a brassierre
Or itchy old stockings
Chastity belts with a lock in
Or a nightie so slinky and sheer

A footballer’s wife would be worse
Like the victim of an old witch’s curse
Doomed to a life
Of a poor lonely wife
And wishing you’d wed a male nurse

‘Cos think of it just for a tick
She’s at home and the kids are both sick
They’ve been spewin’ and pooin’
And all she’s been doin’
Is cleaning and mopping up shit

She hasn’t had time to sit down
Cook the dinner or go into town
To do all the shopping
Cos she hasn’t stopped mopping
On her brow is emerging a frown

In walks the man of the estate
Says “G’day” to his poor loving mate
“Hey darling it’s raining
And I gotta go training
Can you polish my boots please, I’m late,”

Then he’s off again before she blinks
To train with his mates, so she thinks
But the truth be it known
Is while she’s on her own
He runs less laps than stubbies he drinks

Then it’s Sunday, the day of the game
And the routine is always the same
Win, lose or draw
He must drink all the more
To take away his aches and pains

No I wouldn’t be a woman, no joke
They are really an unlucky folk
If you surveyed 10 ladies
And asked them what they’d be
I’ll bet you they’d all say “a bloke”

Jeff Trott

Have a fantastic week, and we’ll look forward to seeing all the orders come through. Cheers Wayne and Jules.