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Cannon ball and Cutlass Curry. Pirate Cuisine
Recently we heard about how pirates talk now I am going to give you a real pirate recipe.
Indigrents:
1 kilo minced raw beef steak.
2 medium sized onions.
1" piece of fresh ginger ,peeled
The white of 2 raw eggs
3 White fresh raddish.
4cloves,2"cinnamon stick 4cardmons , black pepper red
chilli powder & salt to taste.
100 gms cooking oil .
Mix the minced meat with the ground spices, add ground black pepper salt red chilli powder and the whites of the raw eggs
Shape into balls 2" in diameter. The egg helps the meat to stick together without breaking
Fry the meat balls in the oil, till they are brown. Care should be taken not to break them ,keep aside till required. Now in the same pan add the sliced onions and ginger plus 1/4 tsp tumeric powder sim till the onions are browned. Then add the meat balls to this mixture and cook for a few minitues, add 1 or 2 cups water for the gravy, and simmer till the gravy is thick and the meat balls have absorbed it. Put the mixture in a flat dish and sprinkle with fresh coriander leaves.
Now scrape the skin of the raddish , wash them clean and cut lengthwise into 4 pcs per raddish. If you can try and shape the slices of raddish so that they resemble small cutlasses. Place the raddish slices in X shape with 1 meat ball so that it looks like a skull and crossed cutlasses. Pour a table spoon of brandy over the meat balls and light it when you are ready to eat. Serves 4 to 6 pirates .best with french rolls or nan roti. XXX Rum ( Jamaican ) can be taken to compliment this dish. So now u can tuck into some real tasty pirate food me hearties. Cheers.

After the final results of the semester exams I was besieged by my students who were leaving to join college and pre university.
They wanted advice on what stream to take up for their future studies. When all this was dealt with, I settled down for a much needed break. I got my laptop and started to post articles, poems and other stuff to my page at Opera. My out put was one post per day, plus msgs to friends and reading and commenting on spotlighted items. Posting to my blog was the most enjoyable exper
ience.Ideas were just flowing freely in my mind and I just had to jot them down and post them. Most of the day I was on my mobile phone or my laptop punching the keys or browsing My Opera. The only break was meal times,and caring for my 2 dogs, Buster and Snowy. I slept after midnight and woke at 8:30 am daily except for Sundays which were spent attending church services and meeting friends and contacting family members. The days flew by fast and before I could realise it the Summer vacation was over.

Two politicians from an effluent country paid a visit to an Island of tribals
When they arrived they were greeted by a large crowd of tribals. The main politician gave a speech to impress the tribals . He was greeted with loud cries of "Hoozanga, Hoozanga"
Then they were treated to a sumptious feast of various local delicacies. The politician rose up and
gave a long speech ,again
the tribals shouted aloud Hoozanga,Hoozanga, Hoo
zanga again. Each time the politician said how much his party would do for the them.they said the same word Hoozanga
3 times louder than before
It was time for the visitors to leave,and they were pleased with the cheers of Hoozanga."I do think hoozanga means Hurrah in the native tongue" said the speech making politician .His partner agreed saying that the tribals had fallen for the baloney they had dished out. While they were being led back to the small airstrip , the natives asked them to walk carefully on the pathway. "Why?" asked the politicians in unision.
"Me done want you big boss Massa to step on all the Hoozanga lying on the path, we have plenty big bulls here, an dey droppin many Hoozanga
all over. he,he,he. "

When I am gone.
Shed a tear on my page,
Smile at some silly joke. I've made.
Forqive my faults, I'm not a bard, Though I've really tried so hard to be one.**
When you see a graphic view, it is the best that I could do,
Look at it thru my eyes.
Then you'll see the truth I knew, whem I captured it for you.
After many, many tries.**
Life at best is very brief
like the falling of a leaf
All I write, or say or do
Will be forgotten soon by you, When I am gone.***
So say a prayer for my soul to rest among the ones whom God thought best, and that I pass this final test when I am gone. *****