Ramble for Kirwan Uniting Church Keeping in Touch pew sheet 17 March 2024.

 Only two of these to go, and then I will have really really really retired!

Friday night is air fryer fush n’chups (as our mates across the Tasman put it) chez Lance. Very easy if you have an air fryer, preheat it to 180 for five mins, put in frozen chips - beer battered are my favourite - lightly spray with avocado or olive or a vegetable oil, lightly salt, air fry at 180 for five minutes. Shake the chips around, add frozen fish fillets. Lightly spray them with oil, too. Tonight it will be Birds Eye Deli NZ whiting. There are five fillets in a box. So already we’re diverging from the gospel accounts of the feeding of the five (or four) thousand, which feature only two fish. Air fry for eight minutes, still at 180. Take out the fish, shake the chips again and perhaps re-salt them but don’t overdo it, put the fish back in having turned them over. A final air fry at 180 for eight minutes. When there’s three and a bit minutes to go, dab a pat of (NZ, of course) butter onto half a small bowl of frozen peas and microwave them for three minutes. Serve with condiments of your choice, salt, vinegar, tomato sauce.


You know where we don’t diverge from the gospel accounts (all four gospels, even if they differ slightly from each other in unimportant details)? They all say that Jesus looked up to heaven and gave thanks for what had been provided. Don’t examine too closely how I obey - or rather, don’t obey - injunctions in God’s Word Written, I’m not a good rôle model. But I do give thanks to God for pretty well everything which happens in a day. 1 Thess 5: Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.


That includes air fryer fush n’chups.

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