Monday, March 24, 2003

I made Lamingtons last Sunday. No idea why. Developed a craving on Wednesday and by Sunday I had a recipe in hand, the ingredients in the cupboard and the determination to have a go. Sadly Ian was not as impressed as I was. Maybe it was because I force fed him them. Or maybe it is because he does not have the long, historial association with this delectable foodstuff that I have. Memories of munching through a six pack of the little bastards after my school held a Lamington Run. Or waking up the next day to discover to your delight that you only ate six and you have one left and God this tastes better the day after! Or just that they are one of those things unique to my Australian childhood that I reach for when I miss Oz.

Nah. I just love Lamingtons!!

Listening to: A Rush of Blood to the Head - Coldplay
Reading: The Girl in the Read Coat - Roma Ligocka