Yesterday, I rediscovered Lamingtons. The really moist and delicious kind in which your fingers leave indentations as you pick them up, and the coconut clings to everything you touch. The kind that, as a kid, I used to save up an extra couple of dollars for, so that when we had a lamington drive at school, I could buy an extra box of half chocolate, half strawberry ones and eat them all as I walked home. Judiciously wash my fingers with the hose before I went inside. Do the same thing the next year, and the next.

“Australian Cuisine” is an oxymoron. It’s true, we have nothing of our own that would come close to classing as high cuisine. But we have Lamingtons, and that makes me happy.

Posted in Gastros on Saturday January 20, 2007.

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