In honour of my father who is no longer here to celebrate his birthday this week, we had a quick moment of reflection in his much visited rose garden. We, being me and five chickens. Australia Day was commemorated today with the erecting of a green house (why can't everything just be put together with an alan key) and the making of a Matthew Evans version of Anzac Biscuits. They are easy to make but in my view highly overrated. They resemble somewhere between an overly sweet oatcake and a run over muesli bar that can turn from soft chewiness to plasterboard in a matter of minutes. They spread in the oven like burning cheese and come out the size of dinner plates no matter how dainty they begin. In their defence for those who dunk (or drown) biscuits in milky tea they probably get a gong but for anyone who has spent an amount equal to a home deposit on veneers and crowns they shall be passed over for the less denture wrenching options. Come dinner time Lewis (pictured) will be pleased.
In honour of my father who is no longer here to celebrate his birthday this week, we had a quick moment of reflection in his much visited rose garden. We, being me and five chickens. Australia Day was commemorated today with the erecting of a green house (why can't everything just be put together with an alan key) and the making of a Matthew Evans version of Anzac Biscuits. They are easy to make but in my view highly overrated. They resemble somewhere between an overly sweet oatcake and a run over muesli bar that can turn from soft chewiness to plasterboard in a matter of minutes. They spread in the oven like burning cheese and come out the size of dinner plates no matter how dainty they begin. In their defence for those who dunk (or drown) biscuits in milky tea they probably get a gong but for anyone who has spent an amount equal to a home deposit on veneers and crowns they shall be passed over for the less denture wrenching options. Come dinner time Lewis (pictured) will be pleased.
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