Down Under Dining
You know, as much as I love the culture, and the gum trees, and the footy, and the wallabies, if I were ever to leave the country permanently, I think the thing I'd miss most would be the food.
Like Minties, for instance. No other nation on earth has yet realised that mint lollies should be chewable, and capable of breaking your jaw at the same time.
And meat pies. What would be the point of going to a sports match if you couldn't eat a pie covered in sauce? I love apple pie as much as the next person, but the idea of pies only ever being fruit just makes me cry.
Some dishes are transportable, of course. As long as you have access to eggs, a decent pavlova can be made across the globe. And the UK has Freddos. Not flavoured Freddos, though. Which is disappointing, because road-kill Freddos are definitely my favourite kind. (For non-Aussies: Freddos are chocolate frogs. And when you have a strawberry Freddo, and you mush it in the middle so that all the flavoured stuff is seeping through, it looks like road-kill. Which is... yummy, strange as that sounds.)
But I don't know how I'd survive without the occasional lamington. And vegemite. And barbeque sausages in bread, rather than on a plate. And cordial. (And I don't even like cordial, most of the time. But it's a comfort food thing.) And hamburgers with egg. And rissoles. And teddy bear biscuits. And musk lifesavers. And roast pumpkin.
For the record: this was brought on by me buying a packet of Minties. I'm not normally this excited by food.
Like Minties, for instance. No other nation on earth has yet realised that mint lollies should be chewable, and capable of breaking your jaw at the same time.
And meat pies. What would be the point of going to a sports match if you couldn't eat a pie covered in sauce? I love apple pie as much as the next person, but the idea of pies only ever being fruit just makes me cry.
Some dishes are transportable, of course. As long as you have access to eggs, a decent pavlova can be made across the globe. And the UK has Freddos. Not flavoured Freddos, though. Which is disappointing, because road-kill Freddos are definitely my favourite kind. (For non-Aussies: Freddos are chocolate frogs. And when you have a strawberry Freddo, and you mush it in the middle so that all the flavoured stuff is seeping through, it looks like road-kill. Which is... yummy, strange as that sounds.)
But I don't know how I'd survive without the occasional lamington. And vegemite. And barbeque sausages in bread, rather than on a plate. And cordial. (And I don't even like cordial, most of the time. But it's a comfort food thing.) And hamburgers with egg. And rissoles. And teddy bear biscuits. And musk lifesavers. And roast pumpkin.
For the record: this was brought on by me buying a packet of Minties. I'm not normally this excited by food.