Sunday, February 7, 2010

A little roast Kiwi with that , sir

Innovative NZ gourmonds have found a new taste sensation in a dish that symbolises the changes wrought by man on this green and pleasant land. Burning kiwi sanctuaries to lure deer with the re-growth, we would have to say, epitomises the "Kiwi-can do" attitude. Whilst torching the national symbol, of course
But the venison stuffed with char grilled kiwi? Finger lickin' good!

8 comments:

ckc (not kc) said...

...a red car and a dark green Subaru station-wagon

oh, shit... where's my phone?

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

I am not clear on what was done with the branes....

M. Bouffant said...

Fewest drownings in January for 30 years
C'mon, it's not all bad news!

What is it w/ the English-speaking peoples & their damn deer hunting?

WV: mudskin

Another Kiwi said...

I am not clear on what was done with the branes...
Not really a problem in this part of the world.

Substance McGravitas said...

C'mon, it's not all bad news!

A drowning on purpose is worth five regular drownings.

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

what is the exchange rate for an accidental beheading?

How about a pair of defenestrations?

mikey said...

Now lookit, dorks.

I like a good venison steak as much as the next guy, maybe more, but there's a REASON they call it "Hunting". You don't need to burn down a forest to try to attract the deer so you don't have to walk across hell's half acre and back carrying the corpse. That's lazy, and makes you a pansy. Just like that. BANG. Pansy.

You go INTO the forest, look for the trails the deer walk, look for where they like to browse, look for the cropped grasses and the deer poop and the hoofprints. And you set up, downwind, in a blind and you shut the hell up and turn off the radio and put out your stinking cigarette and you sit real still, and you feel the pulse of nature around you, and you BECOME part of that pulse, and you sit, silent and thoughtful and you wait until a good buck walks up the trail inside 200 meters and you put your shot behind the shoulder through the heart and lungs and you follow the blood trail to where the deer drops. Hang it in a tree, field dress it, tie it over your ruck and hump it out of the field.

THATS hunting. Lighting fires is just psychotic and stupid...

Big Bad Bald Bastard said...

What is it w/ the English-speaking peoples & their damn deer hunting?

The assholes who introduced foxes to that other Antipodean land were even more emblematic of a particularly Anglo-Saxon brand of twittery.