After a short absence we’re back and ready to fire up for Spring with all the finest cuts of lamb and beef. Get the BBQ out of hibernation and fill up the fridges with some of our deliciously tender steaks, chops and snaggers.

We’ll be at Yoganup (Jetty) markets bright and early on Sunday, so come and have a look at what we have and enjoy a Wagyu burger or sausage sizzle – it’s a great breaky, (true story, I have tested it out!) specially with a hangover from watching the Eagles smash The Blues!!!

We now have fresh chicken patties available, they are Gluten Free and taste bloody beautiful, they come in packs of 4 and vacuumed sealed at $12/kg.

Throughout the next couple of months we will be running different specials each fortnight, we are starting with our MSA quality fresh primal rump, one of the most versatile cuts of meat, can be used for a nice big slab of steak on the barby, stir fry, casseroles, roasting, almost any steak recipe Rump can be used.

Each rump is approximately 5.5kg and at a great price of $11.90/kg

Recipe of the week - Drunken Steaks

Humour—Trotty has been busy writing more yarns for his next book. For those who haven’t yet got a copy of his first book, “Good Guys and Gorgon Heads”, you can get one posted to you for $23.50 by emailing him at This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it .

Here’s his latest poem.

SOME BLOKES MY OLD MAN KNEW

My dear old Dad worked on the wharf, for all his working life.
And Mum did what all Mum’s did, she was a Mother and a wife.
We didn’t want for anything, though we didn’t have much stuff
But way back then you just “made do” and we always had enough.

The wharf was always working, so Dad was on different shifts.
But still he seemed to be around, when someone needed lifts.
To footy to train or school in the rain, Dad was always there
We grew up in the best of times without a worry or a care.

One of my favourite memories was sitting down for tea.
And listening to Dad tell stories, he always had one or three
The nicknames that they had for blokes, really made me laugh
I’m sure Dad was responsible, for probably more than half.

“The London Fog” cos he wouldn’t lift, he was named quite right
And the “Hurricane Lamp” was another, he wasn’t very bright
The “Roofing Nail” was aptly named, I can attest to that.
He was a big tall skinny bloke, and he wore a huge big hat.

The “Moth” would always find a light, and invade that person’s home.
And “Taxi” was so boring, he drove everybody home.
“No Charge” couldn’t talk real good, they wouldn’t let him be
He couldn’t say his T H’s, and said free instead of three

So when it was his turn to buy 3 beers, he had it beat for sure
He’d simply order 2 beers, and then ask for just one more.
Another bloke who he talked about was only a little chap
And he had a big angry Missus, who didn’t take any crap

He came to work a couple of times his eyes all black and blue
Too late home without his pay, she’d bashed him with her shoe
On one occasion he came to work, so proud of what he’d done.
Late again after too much grog, but this fight he said he’d won

He’d snuck in through the back door, and hid under the bed
Cos his Missus had a rolling pin, ready to bash him on the head
“She kept yelling to come out” he said, “I really was afraid.
But I showed her who the boss was, and under that bed I stayed”

Smoko time was always fun and this one takes the cake
“The Roofing Nail” was a bit of a dill, and always made mistakes.
He was heading down to the local shop and asked if anyone
Wanted him to get any stuff, to save them doing a run

One of the blokes wanted cigarettes, maybe a packet or two
And told him the brand that he wanted, I’m sure it was Winfield Blue.
“What if they haven’t got them?” asked the Nail being so nice
“I don’t give a shit ”said the smoker “Anything will suffice.”

The Nail came back quite happy and this is what he said
“They didn’t have those Winfield Blue, only Winfield Red.
I didn’t know what to get you,” as he looked him in the eye.
“You said to get you anything, so I got you a nice hot pie.”

Another bloke called “Sausages” who was a wee bit slow
Was slinging shit from aboard a ship to a fella down below.
The bloke warned him to shut right up, he’d get him back one day.
But Sausages wasn’t scared at all, cos he was too far away.

That night at the local boozer, while sucking on a beer
He got a big hand on the shoulder, and a flick behind the ear.
“Got ya, you little Tosser, now what should I do with you”   
“Sit me down” said Sausages, “And give me a bloody good talking to”

Dad had a million stories, I can only remember some.
But he had us boys in stitches, as well as our darling Mum.
The wharfies copped a bit of flak and took a lot of blame.
But one thing they were good at, was inventing funny names.

Jeff Trott June 2011.

Have fantastic week and we look forward to your orders.

Cheers Wayne and Jules.

Carn the Eagles!!!!!