Ah, tim-tams and Anzac biscuits. That those two single items take me right back to my late teens/early 20's. My boss's wife knew I liked them so she'd send a couple in for me. Thanks lovely Marlene from Castlemaine.
vegemiteis a bit of an acquired taste after growing up in Pommieland, being fed cheese sarnies with just a smear or marmite
on them. In Oz we used to get the same on what we called 'the supper tray'. But this time cheese and a smear of vegemite
Sounds like maybe about 1000 hrs up in the Offr's mess in Aussie...? A tea break...
Regards, Jim
ANZAC Biscuits are my favourite. The wife bakes a couple dozen for me each month, but they only last me a fortnight if that. There is nothing a nicer than ANZAC Biscuits and a cuppa in the late afternoon just before "knock off time".
She uses the recipe from "The Commonsense Cookery Book" which was the NSW girls' high schools cookery book back in our teen years. That book has been around almost from "Year Dot" so the recipes are tried and true good tucker.
Do some people really believe the yeast extract in vegemiteis active? Well, it’s not. It’s dead and totally worthless for making moonshine.
Last edited by Lee Enfield; 08-26-2015 at 10:20 AM.
Take an Anzac biscuit. Smear on a dollop of vegemite. Lay on a good slice of mature cheddar.
Enjoy!
Used to travel to Australiatwice a year on business. I have made many friends there. Aussies are great people and easy to befriend. I thought they liked me too, until one 'friend' asked me to try vegemite
. It was then that I realized that they were actually attempting to kill me!
This is the nastiest stuff ever made. NASTY!![]()
MMMM Tim Tams...
I shared Maple Sugar with an Australianand he shared his vegemite
(comfort food while deployed in Baghdad Iraq) he did admit he got the better end of the deal
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Former Prairie Submarine Commander
"To Err is Human, To Forgive is Divine. Neither of Which is SAC Policy."
I've never understood the Australianfondness for vegemite
- it tastes like someone mixed the residue from the bottom of a brewing keg with some tar and has has been laughing riotously as their butler drives them to the bank ever since.
marmite, as any prandial spread connossieur will tell you, is the one true spread. Not that English stuff, either; the stuff from New Zealand. If you look in a man's cupboard and see a jar of New Zealand Marmite in there, you know he's a Real Man™ and not one of those hipsters who go around impurifying our great nation's essences.
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