Monday, April 15, 2013


Some feel the need to embellish their past. I have neither the desire nor the need to do so as far as my own is concerned. My past is embroidered by myriad threads of multiple tones; more colours than a thousand assembled rainbows; or Joseph's multi-hued cloak, even.

Ninety-nine percent of the time, I’m a “black and white” person, but my hair lets me down. Nowadays, it adds more than fifty shades of grey to the mix. It’s a bit rich, I know, but I’ll call my present hair colour “silver”.

My life’s palette consists of more greens than vast verdant vistas; from forest to apple green, inter-weaved with all variants in between; reds from amaranth to wine entwine with cerise, crimson and vermillion. Variations of violet, purple and puce mingle with more than a few blue hues. My personal colour wheel abounds in sunny lemon, mellow yellow and chartreuse; included in the range, an intense diversity of enthusiastic orange. I’ve more than enough diverse aspects to keep me occupied and amused; and others, bemused!

The grandiosity of my description could be considered a contradiction to my stating I have no need to embellish; but, if you think about it, it is clarification no such superfluous adornment is necessary when the truth itself is its own kaleidoscope. The danger of being caught out spinning a fanciful, colourful yarn constantly lurks within dappled shadows. Therefore, it’s more attractive to remain true to you. yourself; or in my case, me to myself; and to the truth. Tell the facts as they are; by doing so, one's integrity is retained; and one's believability.

It was my first day in a new job; in a new town. I had lived and worked in Collinsville previously when I was chef/manager at the Mess that catered for the coal miners; not only in the filling of their bellies, but also managing their accommodation requirements. As I've mentioned in previous posts, I was then employed by Morris Catering. So, in truth, Collinsville wasn't "new" to me; I was revisiting ground previously trodden.

I'd left Collinsville for a few months, relocating to Townsville, but for whatever reason, I was drawn back to the coal-mining town by a job offer to become chef in the kitchen of the Collinsville Town and Country Hotel-Motel. Perhaps I felt I had unfinished business in Collinsville...who knows? I do know that I had a lot of fun times in that little town.

Arriving at my new workplace at the predetermined time, the departing chef and I chatted casually as he showed me the ropes of the kitchen.

As we set up our mise en place (preparing the night's menu requirements), he asked questions about my past experiences, that is!

I regaled a lengthy, humorous tale about a crazy Saturday evening almost 20 years previously that occurred at a Brisbane restaurant in which I was working part-time in the mid-Seventies. "Scaramouche" was its name; a French-style restaurant in a magnificent, historical old building on the corner of Turbot Street and Coronation Drive. "Scaramouche" was the "In" restaurant during the time I worked there. It was owned and run by Peter Fluckiger, later to become Peter Hackworth. Peter, during the early days of "Scaramouche", also owned another restaurant, "Manouche", situated on Milton Road, Toowong. She was and still is a legend in Brisbane's restaurant industry. Manouche is French for "Gypsy". The restaurant then became known as "Two Small Rooms". However, sadly, after operating for 20 years under that name, it closed its doors for the final time in March this year...2013.

Peter (female - her mother had believed she was going to have a son, and when a daughter appeared on the scene, the mother decided to stick with the name she'd chosen, as well as the spelling of that name) married Colonel David Hackworth...the most highly decorated US soldier. Peter and David met through a mutual friend.

Sadly, David passed away, eight years ago, 4th May. He had returned to the US, the country of his birth, after he and Peter divorced.

David Hackworth was an outstanding man. I will always be grateful that I was fortunate enough to get to know him. He was fun to know; but he wouldn't have been fun to cross!

He had spent much of his R & R here when he was in Vietnam. After David quit the US Army during the Vietnam campaign, he decided to settle in Australia. He'd begun questioning the US involvement in Vietnam; he lost belief in the war; arriving at the belief the US shouldn't be there. David had been a career soldier, like his father before him and his father's father before him. David and I shared the same birth date...but all of this is another lengthy story for another time; not today.

In the meantime, a little bit of interesting trivia to whet your appetites: Two of the major roles in Coppola's "Apocalypse Now" - Martin Sheen's Captain Willard. and Marlon Brando's Colonel Kurtz were based on David Hackworth.

Now that I've given you a bit of background...the chef in the kitchen of Collinsville's Town & Country Hotel-Motel listened without interruption (an unusual phenomenon in itself) until I completed my story.

Standing side by side at the vast commercial 8-burner gas range, he turned to me.

A smile spread across his face as he declared; “I know that story! I remember it well!”

“Really! How on earth...?” I exclaimed in disbelief.

“That story spread throughout the trade – restaurant to restaurant. It became part of the Brisbane’s restaurant folklore!” He laughingly replied.

Dumbfounded, I stared at him.

He and I were strangers. We’d met for the first time only a couple of hours before; and yet, he was familiar with the story I’d just described in detail.

He left town the next day. We never met again. I hadn’t exaggerated nor had I gilded the night’s events in any way. I related it as it had unfolded.

After the chef’s reaction, my belief that embellishment isn’t necessary was consolidated.

Because I’ve probably already taken up more than enough of your precious time, I’ll tell you the story I told my newly-met co-worker another day...another story to be related on another day, along with the one about David Hackworth; or perhaps I'll separate the two to be told on separate days!

Blame my grey matter if I forget to do so

Roasted Rainbow Trout: Preheat oven to 225C (205C - Fan). Get a hold of 4 whole rainbow trout, cleaned and gutted. Season trout inside and out with salt and pepper. Combine 90g unsalted butter, softened at room temperature, 1-1/2tsp chopped sage and 1-1/2tsp chopped flat-leaf parsley in a small bowl; blend until smooth. Divide mixture between trout cavities; then close. Brush a large baking dish with 1tbs extra-virgin olive oil. Arrange fish in one layer; pour over 1/2 cup dry white wine. Bake fish, 10mins, adding another 1/2 cup of the wine after 5mins. Drain liquid into a saucepan; tent trout with foil to keep warm. Pour about 1/4 cup of wine into saucepan; stir over high heat until mixture reduces and emulsifies. Transfer fish to heated plates; pour sauce over the trout. Meanwhile, place 500g red and yellow cherry tomatoes on the vine in a lightly-oiled baking dish; season; drizzle with oil. Bake 10mins or until tomatoes start to burst. Serve with the trout.

Rainbow Cake: Preheat oven 180°C/160°C fan-forced. Grease 3x7cm-deep, 20cm round cake pans or 3x 4cm-deep, 20cm round cake pans; line bases and sides with baking paper. Grab 2x340g butter-cake mix (or 2 quantities homemade butter-cake). Prepare 1pkt as per directions; divide batter between 3 bowls; tint one lot blue; one green and remaining lot yellow; spread one portion into one cake pan. Repeat with remaining 2 portions and pans. Bake 25mins; rotate halfway through. Cool 5mins; turn onto racks to cool completely. In clean, greased, lined pans, repeat the above process using 2nd cake mix: Meringue Frosting: Place 8 egg whites, 4c caster sugar, 1tsp vanilla and ¼ cold water in heat-proof bowl; whisk to combine; place bowl over saucepan of simmering water. Beat 15mins with electric hand mixer until stiff peaks form; remove from heat; beat until cooled. Place blue cake on board; spread with 1/2 cup frosting. Top with green cake; repeat with remaining frosting and yellow, pink, orange and red cakes, using 1/2 cup frosting for each layer. Spread remaining frosting over top and side of cake. Sprinkle with 100s and 1000s.

Lemon Shortbread: Beat 10tbs unsalted butter, 1/4c icing sugar, 1-1/2tbs white sugar, 1/4tsp salt and 1tsp lemon zest until very fluffy. Gradually sift in 1-1/2c plain flour; mix well. Sprinkle over 1/2tsp lemon juice; lightly knead until dough holds together; if too dry, add a little lemon juice; don’t over-moisten. Press into 8x8-inch pan; pierce deeply with fork in a pattern; bake at 162C, 40-45mins. Turn out of pan while warm; cut into bars; sprinkle with sugar; cool.

Rainbow Orange Wedges: Halve 9 oranges; remove segments; set orange “cups” in muffin tins. Prepare 6 flavours of jelly (use a little less water than directed). With each colour, fill 3 orange cups up to the top; repeat until 6 flavours are used. Chill 5hrs/overnight. Remove orange cups; use sharp knife to slice each into 3 wedges. Place wedges on serving platter – light to dark. Chill.

Addendum: For many years I lived just around the corner from the original "Manouche". Before it became the restaurant it was a second-hand furniture store. I purchased an old Bentwood chair there that I had for years. The original building was a little, quaint old weatherboard shop, built in the early to mid-1900's, I imagine. When Peter turned it into a restaurant the outer facade remained as it had been throughout its early years...and the interior dining area was just one room for dining and the restaurant's kitchen was at the rear left-hand side of the premises, looking at it from the street. "Manouche" had a warm, intimate feeling about wasn't wide open like shown in the picture after it had morphed into "Two Small Rooms".


  1. What's wrong with gray hair....?

  2. I like my pepper and salt hair. I have earned all of the grey ones - and more.
    Colour? In the garden and when I life my eyes to the hills, and decorating the birds who visit us. My mother was (charitably speaking) a stranger to the truth. There was always a grain of truth in her stories but it was often very, very small. So... I tell the truth. And it is often stranger than fiction anyway.
    I look forward to the stories you didn't tell us today on some future post. And by stories I don't mean fiction - not casting asparagus at you at all.

  3. I never said there was anything wrong with grey hair, Adullamite. There could be something wrong with "gray" hair, though! ;)

  4. My stories are as they happened, EC...I don't make any part of them up...I wouldn't know how to...anyway, the truth is always best, as my story proved. If I'd played with it' played with the truth - when telling the story to that chef, I would've fallen flat on my face, and have totally embarrassed myself.

    I like the colour my hair has become as I've aged. It is what it is...and what it's meant to be at this stage in my life.

    Thanks for popping in...take good care. :)

  5. Great account! I am sorry, but I cannot imagine a mother naming her daughter Peter--regardless of what the background story may be. Of course, considering the last name, I suppose she thought that it would not do anymore harm than was done already. (Yeah, I still have a lot of growing up to do.)

  6. If you knew Peter,'d not say that. Peter is one of the most individual, unique people I've ever known...she is and always has been an avant-garde; she is highly regarded in the industry, and rightly so. She has achieved so much in her lifetime...and continues to do so.
    Peter's mother raised her to be herself and true to be individual.

    At 18 years of age, Peter owned and ran her own little restaurant; her first of many - "The Primitif" in the Piccadilly Arcade in was very bohemian; as was she and her patrons. It was very popular.

    Her surname "Fluckiger" she gained from the name of her Swiss husband, Kurt; a chef. They later divorced; prior to her meeting and then marrying David Hackworth.

    "Fluckiger" is pronounced "Flew-kigh-ger".

    By being called either name, no harm was done to Peter. There are not many amongst is who are held in similar high esteem. :)

  7. One is not given a choice of what name they are given at birth, and I am glad that she has lived such a successful life. Oh, and I am sorry that you were so offended by my comment. Be assured that I will be more careful with what I say in the future.

  8. I wasn't offended at all, Jerry...I just felt I needed to explain myself (or Peter) more clearly...that's all. :)

  9. For you - Adullamite - "Gray" is more common in American- English, while grey is more common in all the other main varieties of English. In the U.K., for instance, grey appears about twenty times for every instance of gray. In the U.S. the ratio is reversed.

    Both forms have remained fairly common throughout the English-speaking world, but "gray" is favoured in the U.S. and grey everywhere else has remained consistent. And in Australia where I dwell, we spell grey - "grey".

    It's black and white to me, Adullamite. ;)

    By the way, note my spelling of "favoured"...I don't spell it "favored".

  10. I speak 'Lallans,' not 'English!'
    It's GRAY!

  11. Well, if that be the case,perhaps you should move up to the Highlands, Adullamite...or to Down's "GREY", but our skies are blue! ;)

  12. Speaking of the epitome of irony. Here are two people, who cannot speak of word of intelligible English between them, arguing about how to spell a color!

  13. P.S.: Not to mention neither one of them being able to properly spell color! (How was that for a preemptive strike?)

  14. And there you are, of the lazy crowd who like to drop leave letters out from words.

    For example - color. Lazy spelling. Where have you guys hidden all the "u's" you've taken out of words? Where have you got them stashed?

    You'd better check your back pockets; or your centre pockets before you go to the theatre to see your favourite movie...and don't forget to take your cheque book along with you - you might need it! ;)

  15. WE ARE NOT LAZY! WE ARE EFFICIENT!! This is especially true of us Ozarks hillbillies. Yes mam, we are all about efficiency. Oh yeah, WE DON'T NEED TO ADD AN E TO WHERE IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE--NEITHER!!!

  16. LOL The war of words and spelling. I did not care for my locks turning that shade of grey (gray) and I wore it that way for a few years then I opted to get that auburn look again. I look ten years younger or at least I think so. LOL Peace

  17. Never you mind, Jerry!

    Don't you go getting your tether in a knot up that way!'

    Or do you spell "knot", "not", too?

    Enjoy your weekend up here in Ozarks, Jerry...keep plucking that harp! ;)

  18. Hiya Lady Di...I'm going to have to start charging an entertainment fee! lol

    Then I'll be able to afford to buy two big enough wooden spoons to send to Jerry and to Adullamite!

    Love it! :)

  19. Alas, I tried my hand at playing a Jew's (sorry, I suppose the politically correct term is now mouth) harp just once. For after my tongue got pinched, that was enough of that for me. Sigh.

  20. lol Jerry...take up the fiddle instead!

  21. An American attempting to tell folks about spelling...?
    Who'd have thunk it?

  22. Just one of the many mysteries of life! ;)

  23. I refuse to digkneefigh those shots with a retort! Oh yeah, you can both booger off!!

  24. Oh! Dear! Jerry's picked up his toys and gone home! Hehehehehehehe!

    Do come back and play, Jerry...I'll be kind! ;)

  25. Vicktorey is mine! None for you twos!!

  26. No! No! You've not wun, Gerry! Us toos are standing ferm!