When we came down the Waimakariri we’d been short of food
for a couple of days, it was cold and wet, we’d been going for two hours and
hadn’t had any breakfast. We
stopped at Anti-Crow Hut to have a break from the weather and found, in a
corner of the hut, an old camp oven half full of what seemed to be solid tallow or mutton fat. A search of the
hut, which seemed to have been vacated recently by hunters revealed a good
quantity of flour, sugar, cocoa and some baking powder. It didn’t take much imagination! We had time up our sleeves and soon had
a good fire going and the camp oven sitting on the embers. While the fat melted and heated we set
about the mixture. As soon as the
fat was hot enough we dropped our doughboys into the fat and watched them grow. When they had developed a golden crust
we fished them out with the No8 wire toaster and set them to drain on the
hearth. As soon as they had cooled
enough we devoured them. They were
warm, chocolate sweet with enough satisfying fat and a warm golden colour on
the outside. They were more than
satisfying. Better than fish and
chips!
Two Hours To
Go
We trudge down valley
cold, wet and out of food
legs drag aching foot
after aching foot
hunger verging on weakness
gnaws deep beneath our ribs
we stop beside the hut
only two hours to go.
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Anticrow Hut - 1950s |
Inside is dry wood
a camp oven and fat
self raising flour
sugar and cocoa
and we have time
up our sleeves - yes
the last two hours
we do in one.
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