The bloke and I went up to the big town yesterday to buy a new stove.
It must be the right size to fit the space and not cost too much of course.
It should also look like it belongs in our very old house.
and it had to fit in the back of my little hatchback to come home with us.
The old girl is so tatty I'm ashamed to show you this photo of her, she's grimy and scratched, her knobs don't work and she burns bottoms like you wouldn't believe.
She's gonna have to go!
This is her last performance
a batch of Anzac biscuits
just because it's Anzac Day .
A very long time ago, when the bloke was a soldier, we lived in Singapore.
The bikkies available then were terrible so every week I made a double batch of Anzacs.
They were delicious, thin and crispy,
sweet and sticky.
I can't remember the recipe and of course I can't find my copy so this one came from the interweb.
It's not the same, the mix is too dry, the biscuits way too structural,
they haven't spread across the tray and just aren't gooey enough.
I only made a single batch....'cos I'm on a life changing diet.
Maybe it's just as well these are not so very good!
Today I listened to Eric Bogle's
and shed a tear for soldiers long gone.